gatsby betrayed
So after a week of crazy college visits, I'm finally through. i'm extremely grateful to my parents for coming over, driving me around, buying me stuff, feeding me and putting up with my antics, but seriously, being trapped in a small hotel room with jet-lagged asian parents who wake you up at 6.30am every morning during the summer is not exactly my idea of a good time. luckily, I'll be homeward bound in approximately 10 hours... oh my plush queen-sized bed... how i miss thee....
i guess we're two bad drivers who happen to run into each other on a slippery road one stormy night. We're so different we're similar... i don't know how we came to be, but we did.... unlikely combinations create a synergy, and the force to move the universe forward, and i don't think i'm wrong to say that we are an extremely unlikely combination. here i am presented with a challenge to move beyond what i'm used to, to move past the maudlin chatter, purple prose and hackneyed verses into a realm governed by the language of silence. such emotional investments are high-risk ventures. i'm braving these waters, trusting the present, trusting us. it's fucking scary, i can tell you. but really - whatever will come, will come. i'm not worried. it's a chance to learn, if nothing else. and life is only worth it if you live and learn.
We're all inexperienced drivers who'd run into each other on a highway. we don't know what we're doing, but we're all trying to get through... to what no one knows.
i feel like i'm losing grip... losing my foothold in this niche i've so carefully built... this semblance of a social life... is it just an illusion? i wish not... these connections that i feel i have with people, this love that we feel for each other... i hope contain more than just meaningless binary signals and meaningless blibs of light.... because it hurts to think that these genuine feelings i have will be lost in a blackhole in cyberspace...
wish you were here - pink floyd
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
i guess we're two bad drivers who happen to run into each other on a slippery road one stormy night. We're so different we're similar... i don't know how we came to be, but we did.... unlikely combinations create a synergy, and the force to move the universe forward, and i don't think i'm wrong to say that we are an extremely unlikely combination. here i am presented with a challenge to move beyond what i'm used to, to move past the maudlin chatter, purple prose and hackneyed verses into a realm governed by the language of silence. such emotional investments are high-risk ventures. i'm braving these waters, trusting the present, trusting us. it's fucking scary, i can tell you. but really - whatever will come, will come. i'm not worried. it's a chance to learn, if nothing else. and life is only worth it if you live and learn.
We're all inexperienced drivers who'd run into each other on a highway. we don't know what we're doing, but we're all trying to get through... to what no one knows.
i feel like i'm losing grip... losing my foothold in this niche i've so carefully built... this semblance of a social life... is it just an illusion? i wish not... these connections that i feel i have with people, this love that we feel for each other... i hope contain more than just meaningless binary signals and meaningless blibs of light.... because it hurts to think that these genuine feelings i have will be lost in a blackhole in cyberspace...
wish you were here - pink floyd
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.