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Since the day I was born, it has always rained here
people talk about grand cities and continents
but these distinctions belong to the past
I noticed something about my dreams today
they're rarely melancholic, or sad, or anything between amazing and horrible
In the nice ones, there's aways a bright yellow sun, with no clouds in the sky
and in the horrible ones it's alway night, or in some dark area
plus, I'm never just scared. it's like a mixture of every bad feeling you could ever have
like a mix of torturous pain and anguish, intermingled with the complete abandoned loneliness that kills, and a light hint of helplessness, like having to choose who should die.
ok so the journal took a rather dark turn, that's my point though
it's not like the dreams in La Science des Reves (the science of dreams) but white angelic light or absoulute blackness, or a salt and pepper mix.
why can't it just be a melancholic sadness, or an imaginative rain
like a day of walking through water
Artificial honey, artificial ice.
Such love, is artificial laugh
k, gotta start dreaming
I'm feeling uselessly unoriginal
hope I can find somebody here to appreciate; me
adios chicas
edit : the soundtrack to my life must be somewhere between FLCL and la science des reves
people talk about grand cities and continents
but these distinctions belong to the past
I noticed something about my dreams today
they're rarely melancholic, or sad, or anything between amazing and horrible
In the nice ones, there's aways a bright yellow sun, with no clouds in the sky
and in the horrible ones it's alway night, or in some dark area
plus, I'm never just scared. it's like a mixture of every bad feeling you could ever have
like a mix of torturous pain and anguish, intermingled with the complete abandoned loneliness that kills, and a light hint of helplessness, like having to choose who should die.
ok so the journal took a rather dark turn, that's my point though
it's not like the dreams in La Science des Reves (the science of dreams) but white angelic light or absoulute blackness, or a salt and pepper mix.
why can't it just be a melancholic sadness, or an imaginative rain
like a day of walking through water
Artificial honey, artificial ice.
Such love, is artificial laugh
k, gotta start dreaming
I'm feeling uselessly unoriginal
hope I can find somebody here to appreciate; me
adios chicas
edit : the soundtrack to my life must be somewhere between FLCL and la science des reves