

answer to mepart 1answer to me
is it called a sickness? i need to break away. constand mellodrama, who's directing this play? the actors are my foe, and the friends will never stay, it is time to close the curtains, but in another way. it is all about irrelivance
i have disconvered in all this, life is like that person, with a cold, uncaring kiss. you give them what it wants, but not wholeheartedly, another desperate act of bordom, lack of concern in oppurtunity. so having no optimism can be very compelling, but what will my realization be entailing?


my cavefeeling so emaciated, i scramble for the door, the exits nowhere to be found. im sinking through the floor, can't find my place, i've been misdirected, and time has turned around. my outlook changed,my cave
the madness has been whored, im lost not to be found.
touchthelight
haven't been on here in years... as everyone can see there was typical high school drama that i was so against being involved in at the time...ah.. the good old days... ha ha..
so now ... this life... that i have created for myself... not as sure as i used to be and even then i wasn't sure... strange how you always become what you hate .... is it so that you can learn to love? or what your hate actually was to begin with? and what was it ? so obviously nothing now that you cant remember why you hated it in the first place. That feeling is just replaced with another feeling of whatever it is that you keep questioning. will you just questioning? forever? or does one day it all just fit? but anyways... this isnt fucking myspace so lets get back to looking at the art....
~Daja
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"carve your name into my arm. instead of stressed i lie here charmed. cause there's nothing else to do. every me and every you."
xoxoxoxoxoxo
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Wavy potato chips are way better that flat ones.
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I want to see the light leave your eyes.
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