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"Once again in the world,
Of 1200 feelings
All in electric lights,
We see what we can
I love the sound wind,
Blowing at night through trees
From the roof I can see towns
Past the houses of the city
And I have been yours,
In fall and in praying
And I loved to look at you
From the side at night,
With music playing
And love will protect you
To the edge of the wood
And a monster will get you,
And love does no good
And even if love were not what I wanted
Love would make love the thing most desired"
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.I'm so exhausted. Exhaustion is a constant theme of mine. Right in this exact moment, I feel completely alone, but it's nice to have music to listen to in this state.
.I cut the grass today and the fuckin' barn swallows are back to taunt me and pretend they're going to attack my face. It's going to happen soon, I know it. They are plotting something....they just like messing with my mind right now.
.Sometimes when I open up my feelings, I feel vulnerable. I just want people to know how I feel about them. What's that called? Wearing your heart on your sleeve? That term is so cliche and has been butchered by bands. But I do feel that way. I wish I could read people better...but why should I have to read anyone? I shouldn't have to get to that point. It's tiring.
.I'd love for school to be out now...right now I just want to listen to sad songs and play music and learn cello and write incredibly depressing cello music that makes people want to kill themselves.
.I feel like I've plateaued....I'm at a standstill. I have no clue what's going on and I really want to know...it's pretty much driving me nuts. Ambiguity mixed signals.
.Perhaps I'm too much of a dreamer. I haven't quite captured the concept of reality.
Of 1200 feelings
All in electric lights,
We see what we can
I love the sound wind,
Blowing at night through trees
From the roof I can see towns
Past the houses of the city
And I have been yours,
In fall and in praying
And I loved to look at you
From the side at night,
With music playing
And love will protect you
To the edge of the wood
And a monster will get you,
And love does no good
And even if love were not what I wanted
Love would make love the thing most desired"
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.I'm so exhausted. Exhaustion is a constant theme of mine. Right in this exact moment, I feel completely alone, but it's nice to have music to listen to in this state.
.I cut the grass today and the fuckin' barn swallows are back to taunt me and pretend they're going to attack my face. It's going to happen soon, I know it. They are plotting something....they just like messing with my mind right now.
.Sometimes when I open up my feelings, I feel vulnerable. I just want people to know how I feel about them. What's that called? Wearing your heart on your sleeve? That term is so cliche and has been butchered by bands. But I do feel that way. I wish I could read people better...but why should I have to read anyone? I shouldn't have to get to that point. It's tiring.
.I'd love for school to be out now...right now I just want to listen to sad songs and play music and learn cello and write incredibly depressing cello music that makes people want to kill themselves.
.I feel like I've plateaued....I'm at a standstill. I have no clue what's going on and I really want to know...it's pretty much driving me nuts. Ambiguity mixed signals.
.Perhaps I'm too much of a dreamer. I haven't quite captured the concept of reality.