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Thursday, March 11, 2010

Dream.txt


Clearly. She's infected. -quarantine- and no.
That is NOT a pokemon.

"This is the moment I've always waited for. So, why is my heart so sore...?" - A.C
If it wasn't so why does it connect so well? I wish I had never thought of anything. I'm tired of having those kinds of thoughts. I still wonder if I am walking in your shadow sometimes. However much or however little you were, I don't know why I feel like I am being compared to you.

Whatever.

Thank god I don't know what she's saying. Lyrics often mean too much for their own good. Reaching out to people when they are unsuspecting. Getting in their heads with haunting melodies. When you start relating to them, understanding the feelings that the singer has long left behind, you make yourself vulnerable.

When you have literally everything in life, you shouldn't have the right to complain. But then that's not having everything is it? I just want these feelings to go away.

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