magnificently unprepared/for the long littleness of life.
Thursday, April 06, 2006
world, you are too pretty for me.
world, i love you too much to mug my life away in a small airless room.
world, i need a break from you.
well, go ahead and lie to me
you could say anything
small talk will be just fine
your voice is everything
we owe it to love
and it all depends on you
so listen up
the sun hasn't set
(i refuse to believe that it's only me feeling)
just hear me out
i'm not over you yet
(it's love on the line, can you handle it?)
so how do i do normal?
a smile i fake
the permanent way
cue-cards and fix-it kits
can't you tell?
i'm not myself
i'm a slow motion accident
lost in coffee rings and fingerprints
i don't wanna feel anything but i do
and it all comes back to you
+ fictions&fires
11:42 AM
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plangere, latin: to strike, or to lament.
in the depth of winter i finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
--albert camus
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to be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best night and day to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle any human being can fight and never stop fighting.
-- ee cummings
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