believing is art.

this journal is dead. i rarely update anymore due to the lack of internet connection. and the meaning seems pointless ( Read more... )

Quiet_key.
It's all different. And surprisingly nice.
Tonight may have a bit of a twist to it.
..It's all a twist.

Tolerating a unwanted ache for far too long ( Read more... )

Water filters and footsteps and no sleep.

Art, Silly, Music, Sushi, Girls.
tonight, tonight, tonight.

Do da de.

So I was staring in front of me. At the waves, at the world. At the sky, at the change. At the motion. I noticed the huge waves, crashing down. So much force, power. Out of control, raging, rebelling, noticable, seen, changeable. And I realized it's exactly [exact, eh? ha.] how I have been feeling. These emotions. I have not been dealing, ( Read more... )

Let me make this real clear for you..
fuck off.

There's something wrong here, there's something definitley wrong.
It's the feelings I have tonight.
It's my worries and my annoying self.

Conflicting thoughts.

I want someone to talk to...
and maybe a cup of coffee.

Dear You ( Read more... )

A wine bottle standing on a light. Inside is a moth. The top of the bottle is open and the moth can escape any time. But the moth does not escape. It can't see the opening at the top because it stays at the bottom, mesmerised by the light. So eventually it dies, still unaware that the door was open to infinity all along ( Read more... )