what's your mode of transport?
mine is the sun.
when it rises dripping from
the sea when it falls like honey on
the trees when it swallows up
clouds my soul moves with it.
mine is you.
i like fridays, rainy days, proud cats, black & white photographs, children's books, short stories and movies that most people would never see. Music serves me justice on sad days (Adele, The Kooks, Mumford & Sons are gems) and genuine smiles are a must-have.
4:56:00 PMbop to the top
Thursday, August 31, 2006
sometimes i want so hard to like what i see to say what i feel to think to think and to seek what i know i won't be able to find.
sometimes i don't know who's speaking my thoughts, who's making the decisions that i make, who's the me who's constantly lifting and pulling me down
sometimes i feel this emptiness as though there should be something more but i just can't put a finger on it cos it only feels that way for a while, when i'm quiet and listening, just listening
sometimes i feel nothing and i pretend to empathize to relate to feel and then i'll feel guilty cos i never let anything out, never ever unless i have to
sometimes when it feels too hard too heavy, i keep on dreaming hoping wishing praying that the weight goes away even when i know it never does
it never does.
an emo moment.
trying to keep life in perspective i guess.
oh GOD. stop me. i'm becoming cynical.