Empty.
On Wednesday, Yasmin picked me up to help paint at school. Heading back home, we started to really talk. I miss that level of depth. We get eachother. Mrs. Jane came up about a fourth of the way home from Plaza. Yasmin kept insisting that I should audtion for 'The Skin of Our Teeth,' the Fall show that PAHS's theatre department is showcasing. She kept pushing and pushing. Theatre just isn't an active part of my life right now. 'West Side Story' is the last thing I did, and I plan to keep it that way for a long time. Something that I kept swept away is collecting under the rug. It's finally hit me. Hit me hard. Mrs.Jane is gone. And all I hear is a mix of her last words to me, and Nulte's, "Death is no excuse to miss rehearsal..."
I try to call out or reach, but the script is too loud, and the music, too short
Imperfections in the love of a being
Imperfections in the hate of an art
Aberrations created to make me stronger, only seem to blur the scene
Imperfections in the celestial body
Imperfections in me
I just haven't been the same since our talk. This wave of bipolarity has consumed me. I have to find a way to occupy my time, or else I feel like I do right now. I'm not even numb, I'm... I'm empty. I didn't think that there was a difference until this moment in my life.
And as I cry, an echo submerges in the corner of a dream
Imperfections in the heart
Imperfections at the seam
Commodities so far away, the eye falls back to see
Imperfections in the soul
Imperfections close to me
I try to dial his number, but something stops me everytime. I don't want to bring Jimmy down with me. I'm already weak enough for the two of us. But still, something tries to coerce me into telling him how I feel right now. We haven't even talked since he left my house, Monday. We're not fighting or anything, we're just on different paths right now, I suppose. I need Hannah.
I struggle with the gambol, my lips begin to bleed
Imperfections in the feelings
Imperfections in the beat
And as a trickled thought drops short of healthy, she begins to leave
Imperfections in a cell
No imperfection left for me
~Jasmine Wall
Yeah, I guess that's it. I'm on a dissimilar road than everyone else. A wise man once said, "If you come to a fork in the road, take it." I think everyone chose the fork, and I ended up with the spoon, or butterknife, or something. I keep getting the left overs. I miss the days where I was first pick in schoolyard football and basketball. As Brandi said around this time last year, "I can't wait for school to start. I need to get back in the swing of things."
da_jazz
I try to call out or reach, but the script is too loud, and the music, too short
Imperfections in the love of a being
Imperfections in the hate of an art
Aberrations created to make me stronger, only seem to blur the scene
Imperfections in the celestial body
Imperfections in me
I just haven't been the same since our talk. This wave of bipolarity has consumed me. I have to find a way to occupy my time, or else I feel like I do right now. I'm not even numb, I'm... I'm empty. I didn't think that there was a difference until this moment in my life.
And as I cry, an echo submerges in the corner of a dream
Imperfections in the heart
Imperfections at the seam
Commodities so far away, the eye falls back to see
Imperfections in the soul
Imperfections close to me
I try to dial his number, but something stops me everytime. I don't want to bring Jimmy down with me. I'm already weak enough for the two of us. But still, something tries to coerce me into telling him how I feel right now. We haven't even talked since he left my house, Monday. We're not fighting or anything, we're just on different paths right now, I suppose. I need Hannah.
I struggle with the gambol, my lips begin to bleed
Imperfections in the feelings
Imperfections in the beat
And as a trickled thought drops short of healthy, she begins to leave
Imperfections in a cell
No imperfection left for me
~Jasmine Wall
Yeah, I guess that's it. I'm on a dissimilar road than everyone else. A wise man once said, "If you come to a fork in the road, take it." I think everyone chose the fork, and I ended up with the spoon, or butterknife, or something. I keep getting the left overs. I miss the days where I was first pick in schoolyard football and basketball. As Brandi said around this time last year, "I can't wait for school to start. I need to get back in the swing of things."
da_jazz