"I am not interested in money.

I just want to be wonderful."

Gloomy day.

"You made this happen. You did some dance and called the fog, called the wind. Didn't you?"
"Oh goodness, I wish I did."


I'm pretty sure my manager thinks I'm a witch.
Haha.

you said write a song about you

Ive been studding you as yourself.

you are quiet, keeping to yourself.

There is so much too you,

but you never let it out.

I bet he is rotting inside you,

I bet he is drowning to get out.

I have only seen him a few times.
I think it is time you let him out

because I thought I could be the key to this door
yet this door isn't willing to budge anymore.
Oh darling I may be a thief, but you just have to see
that these obstacles to steal your heart I just cant defeat
I don't want to start a fire but tonight might be the night.

I bet he has lost his mind

I bet he has lost his train of time

I bet he has lost his mind

as he lays there rotting in your mind

I am starring down 2 paths.
I don't know where they lead,
though I do have an idea of where they could end up.
But my intuitions are giving me a third party reason,
which is currently the only rock standing in middle of these roads.
There are only a few questions begging for air.
These are the most unexpected questions begging for air.

I need a sign.

I have never been shunned for being artistic,

oh but tonight I was shunned s h u n n e d

s h u n n e d.

I must be doing something right.

:)

I have never had a boyfriend that has made me feel so unattractive.
To the point where I myself, am trying to get his, and only his attention.
Yet I still don't have his attention at all.
But have other people's attention.

I feel like I am fighting a losing battle.
When am I supposed to give up?
When is enough enough?

A Martyr for my Love for You

"The best thing to do, is to leave you alone."

-jack white

You know that place, between sleep and awake, were your'e still dreaming.

I'm trapped here.

The Great Park

I am up to no good,
and there is no turning back now.
and you say that you'll fallow, but I don't know about that.

everyone is having fucking babies.

realization number 3:

I think editing might be more of a passion,

rather then a career choice.

sorry every(single)body.

square A, again.

insomnia.

insomnia.
insomnia.
insomnia.
insomnia.

that is what I dreamed about.

insomnia.insomnia.insomnia.

The last thing I remember is me telling myself,
to remember this dream,
because insomnia will be
murdering my dreams.

g(fucking)reat.

matt: "Why cant we just hang out, we don't have to talk much."


well I guess I'll stop trying to conversant with my boyfriend, and just "hang out".

dreamy son of a bitch

..

i hope you think you think about me.

I like creeping out people I dont know.

stranger: "You are rather odd."
myself: "Actually, I think I'm rather mad."
stranger: "Mad? Does one choose to be mad?"
myself:"No, I really don't think so, but I'm rather mad, and I don't really mind it. Do you?"
stranger:"Yea, a little."

please

Stop using the "need" card.
No one actually needs anyone.

Nothing can be done except little by little.

I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no Melancholy.


Nature is a temple in which living columns sometimes emit confused words. Man approaches it through forests of symbols, which observe him with familiar glances.


The poet enjoys the incomparable privilege of being able to be himself and others, as he wishes.



There are moments of existence when time and space are more profound, and the awareness of existence is immensely heightened.

-Charles Baudelaire

:)