..."So, I've made peace with the falling leaves. I see their same fate in my own body..."
Well these past few days have not been the greatest. It seems as if everything is falling apart. to add to that i miss janessy so much. And things i want to happen seem to fail before they happen. This weekend i might go with Tony to the beach and my bro. That should be fun...then later that night i think we go to a party...but no one knows yet. Friday i go to a 15's with janessy and sunday i have n clue what i am doing...skating? idk. I just can't wait till the week end.
I hate life sometimes. Like when you think something amazing is ganna happen and it crumbles right in front of your face. and it crumbles unexpectidly right in front your eyes. With your guard down and leaving you thinking everything will work and soon be plesantville once again, this shocking footage occurs and leaves you motionless. And what do you do? Do you stand there and wonder why you? Do you ask for pity and money? Or do you take life, even though life fucked you in the ass?
"But if the world could remain in a frame like a painting on a wall. Then I think we would see the beauty. Then we would stand staring in awe at our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges, like a story told by the fault lines and the soil. "
Why do people say they are afarid of change? And they go with something changing thier life as they go everyday for a long time, but then lose it. Isn't that the worst change people are scared of? Like living a certain way but then one day lose that way of living, that way of civilization, that form of backbone...what happens then? Wouldn't have been better to just stay the way you were and never change? ...
"...Is it true what I heard about the Son of God? Did he come to save? Did he come at all? And if I dried his feet, with my dirty hair, would he make me clean again?... . Is it true what I heard about the Son of God? Did he die for us? Did he die at all? And if I sold my soul for a bag of gold, which one of us would be the foolish one? Which one of us would be the fool? Which one of us would be the foolish one? Which one of us would be the fool? Could you please start explaining? You know, I need some understanding. I could do good with some explaining. You know. I want to understand..."
im sorry.
I hate life sometimes. Like when you think something amazing is ganna happen and it crumbles right in front of your face. and it crumbles unexpectidly right in front your eyes. With your guard down and leaving you thinking everything will work and soon be plesantville once again, this shocking footage occurs and leaves you motionless. And what do you do? Do you stand there and wonder why you? Do you ask for pity and money? Or do you take life, even though life fucked you in the ass?
"But if the world could remain in a frame like a painting on a wall. Then I think we would see the beauty. Then we would stand staring in awe at our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges, like a story told by the fault lines and the soil. "
Why do people say they are afarid of change? And they go with something changing thier life as they go everyday for a long time, but then lose it. Isn't that the worst change people are scared of? Like living a certain way but then one day lose that way of living, that way of civilization, that form of backbone...what happens then? Wouldn't have been better to just stay the way you were and never change? ...
"...Is it true what I heard about the Son of God? Did he come to save? Did he come at all? And if I dried his feet, with my dirty hair, would he make me clean again?... . Is it true what I heard about the Son of God? Did he die for us? Did he die at all? And if I sold my soul for a bag of gold, which one of us would be the foolish one? Which one of us would be the fool? Which one of us would be the foolish one? Which one of us would be the fool? Could you please start explaining? You know, I need some understanding. I could do good with some explaining. You know. I want to understand..."
im sorry.