In a cloud.
I am completly freaking out. Flashbacks galore right now. My best friend in fourth grade from Templeton, Ca somehow found me on myspace and sent me a message and now I am looking at all these fucking people that I knew when I was ten and eleven years old and they are all grown up, cute as hell...and this one boy I was reading things he writes and it was so ..well here:
i have these visions of myself as a shell where
a dream once was. the garbage pile of nails
long after the bridge is finished and the poems
arent doing what they have always done. i have
this song behind my tongue that isnt mine and
sometimes do you think it might have been completely
misunderstood? so i tell these stories and
i keep this string beside it and you havent had
a morning until youve have had it with the magic
waking we carry through this town. and i am
taking a plane soon, and i am as alone as i
have always been and it seems ive noticed. but
i wish there was a way back right now, to return for
air and purpose and soap; the compass i carry
a the bottom of this tilting myth.
idk. and i relate to this. for some reason though, i am extremely peaceful and happy right now. i wonder how life would have been if i stayed there, in a town of population 3000. i would totally be in love with that guy. my style would be a little different but so fucking cute. and i would have gone through the cuteset hair changes. i want to be friends with these people. something in my head is totally wishing that some of them move to l.a. in a way i kinda wish i would meet alot of people like this in l.a. and just be happy and in love and not caught up in the materialistic, rich guys, anorexic girls, crazy life, super hollywood, expensive things..blah blah. that would be fun, but the other choice would just be heaven.
I am no big LJer but I had to write this down. Where's my real journal?
i have these visions of myself as a shell where
a dream once was. the garbage pile of nails
long after the bridge is finished and the poems
arent doing what they have always done. i have
this song behind my tongue that isnt mine and
sometimes do you think it might have been completely
misunderstood? so i tell these stories and
i keep this string beside it and you havent had
a morning until youve have had it with the magic
waking we carry through this town. and i am
taking a plane soon, and i am as alone as i
have always been and it seems ive noticed. but
i wish there was a way back right now, to return for
air and purpose and soap; the compass i carry
a the bottom of this tilting myth.
idk. and i relate to this. for some reason though, i am extremely peaceful and happy right now. i wonder how life would have been if i stayed there, in a town of population 3000. i would totally be in love with that guy. my style would be a little different but so fucking cute. and i would have gone through the cuteset hair changes. i want to be friends with these people. something in my head is totally wishing that some of them move to l.a. in a way i kinda wish i would meet alot of people like this in l.a. and just be happy and in love and not caught up in the materialistic, rich guys, anorexic girls, crazy life, super hollywood, expensive things..blah blah. that would be fun, but the other choice would just be heaven.
I am no big LJer but I had to write this down. Where's my real journal?