through the looking glassTuesday, December 30, 2008
it's a comin
the thunder that is in the distance... barely lighting up the sky, singing the lively song of rage... its a comin for you.
oh, how twisted everything is right now. so so so wrong. i can't tell where the day begins and the misery ends anymore. it's completely... just...
why do people look at themselves when they cry?
there's still an empty space, a hole, a faded memory of something that's missing. trying to fill that hole with anything else, everything else, gets exhausting. it becomes the focus of every day and the purpose of trying new things. it becomes annoying. but, it's what everyone suggests, it's what i suggest to myself. it's a learning experience, they say. be selfish again, time heals everything, they say. pick yourself up, stop watching tv, don't drink vodka soda's, i say.
this is not the fucking movies.
oh, how twisted everything is right now. so so so wrong. i can't tell where the day begins and the misery ends anymore. it's completely... just...
why do people look at themselves when they cry?
there's still an empty space, a hole, a faded memory of something that's missing. trying to fill that hole with anything else, everything else, gets exhausting. it becomes the focus of every day and the purpose of trying new things. it becomes annoying. but, it's what everyone suggests, it's what i suggest to myself. it's a learning experience, they say. be selfish again, time heals everything, they say. pick yourself up, stop watching tv, don't drink vodka soda's, i say.
this is not the fucking movies.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Where is the Love?
It doesn't make sense.
How can two people share so much together, fly together, dream together.... then let it die. Where is the love? The love that could once save you. It could carry you. It could make the impossible possible. It could inspire you, make you jump, make you smile, make you laugh.
How can love that was once so strong just fade and get tossed in the wind like an unwanted plastic bag?
Is it the love that hurts you now? Or the emptiness...
Can love turn into hate? Even that would make sense b/c in order to hate someone you must genuinely know them first. But what about indifference? Loss of joy? Was it ever love at all?
Breakdowns are Beautiful.
Tears are rainbows.
Pain is a window to the soul.
Death is a new beginning.
I don't know how to answer these questions. But you who love deeply, hurt deeply. You who can feel emotion, don't change. You allow yourself to experience the world's deepest secrets. It hurts. But don't be afraid. There is always tomorrow.
How can two people share so much together, fly together, dream together.... then let it die. Where is the love? The love that could once save you. It could carry you. It could make the impossible possible. It could inspire you, make you jump, make you smile, make you laugh.
How can love that was once so strong just fade and get tossed in the wind like an unwanted plastic bag?
Is it the love that hurts you now? Or the emptiness...
Can love turn into hate? Even that would make sense b/c in order to hate someone you must genuinely know them first. But what about indifference? Loss of joy? Was it ever love at all?
Breakdowns are Beautiful.
Tears are rainbows.
Pain is a window to the soul.
Death is a new beginning.
I don't know how to answer these questions. But you who love deeply, hurt deeply. You who can feel emotion, don't change. You allow yourself to experience the world's deepest secrets. It hurts. But don't be afraid. There is always tomorrow.
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