My room, my room, my whiteboard, my music, my everythig that makes me unique
even my fatface.
I'm not afriad of anything.
I'm afraid of everything. but only for a second. As soon as I confront it, I wonder what it was that I found so scary in the first place.
The hardest thing is to get over that hill.
The greatest thing is when it all comes crashing down in to place just like you had hoped but never dared to plan.
Fate cannot be controlled, but if you look back on it, it seems as thought it was- which of course it wasn't- not by you anyway.
So sit and wait. When is the right time? Have I missed it? Was I right to let a moment slide away.
...such a Roger. I know better. I know better than to live in fear of what might happen.
yet. here i am
I can't help but lie awake fearing that I let an opportunity pass me by. And it will be a long time coming for another.
I guess I'll never know. She'll never tell, until it doesn't matter. But it will always matter to me at this rate, because this vicious circle of crepes and cell phones and car rides and cameras will leave me waiting in limbo for ever not knowing what lies beyond my walls.
MY walls.
I am my own rook, king, knight and bishop.
MY own kingdom.
And I am nobody's pawn.
I preach bravery and valour to myself; that faint heart ne'er won fair lady, but I'm still preaching from behind my own parapet.
Stuck at a drawbridge. Balancing adventure with invasion.
I'm stuck on the fence and it's giving me a wedgie.
chain mail and armour cannot serve their purpose when they're stuck up my ass.
D for dragon- as previously stated, I have no sword. I can't beat it.
...the dragon, I mean, I can't beat the dragon. or the sword.
I'm not stupid enough to wish for certainity, but I do wish for a window that was more surely opened.
I think that's a poem.
I'm not afriad of anything.
I'm afraid of everything. but only for a second. As soon as I confront it, I wonder what it was that I found so scary in the first place.
The hardest thing is to get over that hill.
The greatest thing is when it all comes crashing down in to place just like you had hoped but never dared to plan.
Fate cannot be controlled, but if you look back on it, it seems as thought it was- which of course it wasn't- not by you anyway.
So sit and wait. When is the right time? Have I missed it? Was I right to let a moment slide away.
...such a Roger. I know better. I know better than to live in fear of what might happen.
yet. here i am
I can't help but lie awake fearing that I let an opportunity pass me by. And it will be a long time coming for another.
I guess I'll never know. She'll never tell, until it doesn't matter. But it will always matter to me at this rate, because this vicious circle of crepes and cell phones and car rides and cameras will leave me waiting in limbo for ever not knowing what lies beyond my walls.
MY walls.
I am my own rook, king, knight and bishop.
MY own kingdom.
And I am nobody's pawn.
I preach bravery and valour to myself; that faint heart ne'er won fair lady, but I'm still preaching from behind my own parapet.
Stuck at a drawbridge. Balancing adventure with invasion.
I'm stuck on the fence and it's giving me a wedgie.
chain mail and armour cannot serve their purpose when they're stuck up my ass.
D for dragon- as previously stated, I have no sword. I can't beat it.
...the dragon, I mean, I can't beat the dragon. or the sword.
I'm not stupid enough to wish for certainity, but I do wish for a window that was more surely opened.
I think that's a poem.