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[tmrrw11]

In my fantasy I’m a pantomime
I’ll just move my hands and everyone sees what I mean
Words are too messy
And it’s way past time
To hand in my mouth

Paint my face white and try to
Reinvent the sea
One wave at a time
Speak without my voice and see the world by candlelight

I ain’t afraid to let it out
I’m not afraid to take that fall
But I have found beyond all doubt
We say more by saying nothing at all

In my fantasy no such thing as time
Minutes bleed into days
Avant garde
Show me your heresies
And I’ll show you mine
We only speak in pantomimes on this carpet ride

I ain’t afraid to let it out
I’m not afraid to take that fall
But I have found beyond all doubt
We say more by saying nothing at all

In my fantasy you look good entwined
In my hair and skin and spit and sweat and spilled red wine
You’re my deep secret
I’m your pantomime
I’ll just move my hands
I promise you’ll see what I mean

Someday everyone will see what I really mean...I've talked and thought about it all enough, and one of the two specific things Kristin said at lunch that I agree with is that actions speak louder than words...

I know that when that day truly arrives I won't be hoping I hadn't wished for it, because I am ready...

I'm not asking for fate to do me any favors...

I just ask too many questions, I really do, and when they are such that there is no real answer, or I do not like the answer, then it becomes an issue...

I take life too seriously and I am not going to get out alive...

tomorrow feels so hopeless when standing on the edge of war...

war all the time

ok, so maybe I am emo...