days away but falling behind
has a month passed by so quickly? maybe it hasn't been a month, but it will be.
i'm lost right now, down in the hollows of my mind - still dreaming of the impossible loves of life under upplausable circumstances. it's not the moving hitting me hard, it's the knowledge i'm stuck inside of myself, sitting with you - although i don't think anyone will ever see. nowadays i get stuck on the most common errors, just choked up on my own thoughts. stories playing out in my mind that will never come true, stuck in the fantasy, drawn into my shell by the reality of everything.
do the have pills for this? or is this all the illusion that life plays out for us? sometimes i wonder if i see everything from a different angle - everything seems sharper inside, but blurry at the edges - only the parts your suppposed to see.
this is more for my onw benifit, writing down words on paper never seems to help - trying to find a way to let it all out. i could talk about going to sleep in invisible arms but that wouldn't be right... right becuase it seems wrong to me that i must draw into my own world to be happy... to be in the perfect place.
life isn't perfect and there are far more people suffering worse illnesses than i - mine seems to center around having to constantly care though. of course, not always for the right reasons. this is messing up everything and not even television can take my mind off dreary clouds floating on the surface of my eyelids, hovering around the invisible you and me. but this isn't about love, or any pansy stuff - although i wish it ran as shallow as that. swept up in your words, drowned in my own.
...
right. sorry to be a clutter. on hiatus, still working on icons i guess, when the fancy strikes me.
ciao.
i'm lost right now, down in the hollows of my mind - still dreaming of the impossible loves of life under upplausable circumstances. it's not the moving hitting me hard, it's the knowledge i'm stuck inside of myself, sitting with you - although i don't think anyone will ever see. nowadays i get stuck on the most common errors, just choked up on my own thoughts. stories playing out in my mind that will never come true, stuck in the fantasy, drawn into my shell by the reality of everything.
do the have pills for this? or is this all the illusion that life plays out for us? sometimes i wonder if i see everything from a different angle - everything seems sharper inside, but blurry at the edges - only the parts your suppposed to see.
this is more for my onw benifit, writing down words on paper never seems to help - trying to find a way to let it all out. i could talk about going to sleep in invisible arms but that wouldn't be right... right becuase it seems wrong to me that i must draw into my own world to be happy... to be in the perfect place.
life isn't perfect and there are far more people suffering worse illnesses than i - mine seems to center around having to constantly care though. of course, not always for the right reasons. this is messing up everything and not even television can take my mind off dreary clouds floating on the surface of my eyelids, hovering around the invisible you and me. but this isn't about love, or any pansy stuff - although i wish it ran as shallow as that. swept up in your words, drowned in my own.
...
right. sorry to be a clutter. on hiatus, still working on icons i guess, when the fancy strikes me.
ciao.