happy birthday, whatever that really actually means.
Month: January 2008
i remember now, my sins of yesterday – as if they were not here with me already,like i left them behind in my darkest past. black cloth, holds my sins, wrapped and holding within baskets in my mind. the concious keeper, strikes me when I’m in the light – that I might, have insight again, …
I big kiss to someone I know, somewho I knew, someone I never forgot. i big kiss from me to you, transfers me to you. the thoughts are dying in my mind, my ideas are fading fast. beneath this mask, this iron cast, my thoughts colide – my me’s and you’s fight for the light. …
i have nothing to give, and I take nothing from you.
My life these days seems to revolve around artificial beings. Everyone is trying to be one up on you, trying to be right – always insisting over and above what you say, suggesting more and meaning to secure their place. Plastic minds, extruded souls – my 8months are spend fighting these people – these intruders …
my worries storm my concious – life escapes out my eyes and my mind empties like a siringe in to the dustbin of life. deeper my ideas are dying, my ears seep love, my tears leak sadness and my heart weeps for forgiveness.
I’m sorry that I don’t want anything. I know that I’m boring – I just have things that I need do first. I’m sorry I don’t ask for things – I dont want to know that I owe you. Forget about me for a while, everyone else has – and that not a problem, I …
the world sucks sometimes, it hurts you sometimes. The people you trusted, the ones you know – sometimes forget you even though you think about them. the ones you know, you see the truth now, you can see their faces behind their masks, you feel their souls and their minds. you are exposed to them …
I’m fine, I’m ok things seem to be comfortable. Though I cannot get rid of this(or want to) feeling of doing more with my life.I yearn for something.I’m bored with ‘all good’ – I want to work hard, be dynamic, have fun, smile more often.I don’t smile as much as I used to.Sometimes I think, …
listen up, i want to tell you something. I dont really like you, in fact you bore the crap out of me. I pretend tou like you because I dont want to hurt you, but you irritate me so much I sometimes feel like the walls are closing on me and I’m going to be …