i'm sorry that they didn't tell you about the world
ah, another one of those tall thin sleepless nights. I am up and typing like a feind, listening to music that inspires romantic desperation and fabulous melecholy. Thats what I am, byronic, depessed, melecholy. I tried to be accepted and I was rejected. I think this is growing up. Having to accept that there is a good chance you will never be one of those people. I think that when you finally accept that you are able to grow up.
What do I know about acceptence though? Isn't there supposed to be some great feeling of releif and change when you accept something as true? aren't you supposed to feel free when you let go of something? I never feels these things and I don't think I ever have. I don't et go, I just ache.
Again, another night, those sorry pink skies. The wet cold sinking into my lungs. My injured bones swell and shrink like wood in an old house.
i look up to those skies and think things. I don't think anyone knows what I think, no one will know. i pray, I ask questions, I feel one with the unblinking eye of the planet. and nobody understands how deep this runs in me, like a black thread pulled taunt be the shinning stars.
master is calling, master master master.
i think I'm going to go read a book about a bloody queen and try to forget that I have never felt so far from myself as i do now.
goddamn it. I thought I was passed this bullshit phase. well.. no one reads this anyway. no will have to read me bitch/
What do I know about acceptence though? Isn't there supposed to be some great feeling of releif and change when you accept something as true? aren't you supposed to feel free when you let go of something? I never feels these things and I don't think I ever have. I don't et go, I just ache.
Again, another night, those sorry pink skies. The wet cold sinking into my lungs. My injured bones swell and shrink like wood in an old house.
i look up to those skies and think things. I don't think anyone knows what I think, no one will know. i pray, I ask questions, I feel one with the unblinking eye of the planet. and nobody understands how deep this runs in me, like a black thread pulled taunt be the shinning stars.
master is calling, master master master.
i think I'm going to go read a book about a bloody queen and try to forget that I have never felt so far from myself as i do now.
goddamn it. I thought I was passed this bullshit phase. well.. no one reads this anyway. no will have to read me bitch/