scream more often
or like it was said.. to leave something behind to be remembered by others
but im so selfishly fond of these nights
so fond
so addicted
so devoted
so tender and sentimental
and its so wonderous how people meet, and how people leave eachother behind when they do
some will
some will be so ambiguous, yet they will be the most prominent for their influences
im sorry for being so vague in all this
my apologies to all the mysteries inside the livejournal world who read this
im in a unique sea of confusion (which im sure is very eminent to people like you and me)
and i've never felt so furiously in love with some of these moments that life offers
some of these people.
could we call it a subconscious understanding without understanding?
idontknowwhatimsaying.
night to all. morning to the others.
ps gotta love cat power
apartment in New York, London and Paris
Where will we rest, we’re all living on top of it
It’s all that we have the USA is our daily bread
And no one is willing to share it
Why can’t we see our fortunancy
Living as legends have lived.
Bane and dismannered
We coax all the time
Knowing that nothing is left when we die
Come along Fool
A direct hit of the senses you are disconnected
It’s not that it’s bad…it’s not that it’s death
It’s just on the tip of your tongue, and you're so silent
Wanting to live and laugh all the time
Sitting alone with you tea and your crime
Children with kids, and people with parents
Anywhich way there’s no past and no presence
When the day comes and all of them bums
Will reveal enchanting persons
Come along...
When it's a rut and baby's no luck
Half of it's misunderstanding love
The war we have won we're winning again
Within ourselves and within our friends
Come along...
but im so selfishly fond of these nights
so fond
so addicted
so devoted
so tender and sentimental
and its so wonderous how people meet, and how people leave eachother behind when they do
some will
some will be so ambiguous, yet they will be the most prominent for their influences
im sorry for being so vague in all this
my apologies to all the mysteries inside the livejournal world who read this
im in a unique sea of confusion (which im sure is very eminent to people like you and me)
and i've never felt so furiously in love with some of these moments that life offers
some of these people.
could we call it a subconscious understanding without understanding?
idontknowwhatimsaying.
night to all. morning to the others.
ps gotta love cat power
apartment in New York, London and Paris
Where will we rest, we’re all living on top of it
It’s all that we have the USA is our daily bread
And no one is willing to share it
Why can’t we see our fortunancy
Living as legends have lived.
Bane and dismannered
We coax all the time
Knowing that nothing is left when we die
Come along Fool
A direct hit of the senses you are disconnected
It’s not that it’s bad…it’s not that it’s death
It’s just on the tip of your tongue, and you're so silent
Wanting to live and laugh all the time
Sitting alone with you tea and your crime
Children with kids, and people with parents
Anywhich way there’s no past and no presence
When the day comes and all of them bums
Will reveal enchanting persons
Come along...
When it's a rut and baby's no luck
Half of it's misunderstanding love
The war we have won we're winning again
Within ourselves and within our friends
Come along...