Thursday, February 27, 2003
Late Night Thoughts
i dust the dirt off my jeans as i lean in for your kiss. the blood on my cheek, now on your lips. you hold me as i get up and tell me all will be alright. i cannot stop thinking about how in the future this could be something more. for now, a support group of two. slackers uniting for a central cause of a greater understanding. we hide behind veiled sentences and unexposed deeper meanings. i want to reach into you and grab out the inhibition and make it my own. i want to take all of you in because i never know when it will end. sudden exposure to intense feelings may cause outlandish thought crisis in the inner psyche. i like to blow things out of proportion. to me you are moon and the stars. twinkle in my eye to the stars in my heart. the bond that one feels for someone is always skewed with ambiguity. caring is always confused with liking. liking is not always love. love is not always love. love is black and falls through. love is unstable and doesn't exist in the present world. can there be such a thing as pure emotion? are we all too scared of ourselves to even expose our "guts" to someone else? i stopped caring when it began to hurt. i stopped loving when it turned to shit. i stopped moving when my legs felt weak. i slept because that's all i knew. and when i shut my eyes i knew that nothing could hurt me and that even nightmares never come true. i keep dreaming as my motivation. i keep dreaming as my goals are never a reality. i dream because that is what i know. my dreams change with time but they are always captured in the bubble that surrounds me like a wisp of weeping willow to my melancholy.
i listen to escape. your words tender kisses on my bruised soul. the hand that guides me to concern and to reason. i pretend to forgo your faults. faults reside in everyone and if one dwells too long we lose the good along with the bad. doesn't good outweigh the bad in the end? i have come to see the good becasue practicality calls for it.
to be carefree is to live a life of harmony. too much caring can lead to hurt and god forbid if i can handle that, especially now. dripping blood from split lips from the fights i start to stop the pain. no free love. no war. no pain. my mantra.
¶ 3:06 AM
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i dust the dirt off my jeans as i lean in for your kiss. the blood on my cheek, now on your lips. you hold me as i get up and tell me all will be alright. i cannot stop thinking about how in the future this could be something more. for now, a support group of two. slackers uniting for a central cause of a greater understanding. we hide behind veiled sentences and unexposed deeper meanings. i want to reach into you and grab out the inhibition and make it my own. i want to take all of you in because i never know when it will end. sudden exposure to intense feelings may cause outlandish thought crisis in the inner psyche. i like to blow things out of proportion. to me you are moon and the stars. twinkle in my eye to the stars in my heart. the bond that one feels for someone is always skewed with ambiguity. caring is always confused with liking. liking is not always love. love is not always love. love is black and falls through. love is unstable and doesn't exist in the present world. can there be such a thing as pure emotion? are we all too scared of ourselves to even expose our "guts" to someone else? i stopped caring when it began to hurt. i stopped loving when it turned to shit. i stopped moving when my legs felt weak. i slept because that's all i knew. and when i shut my eyes i knew that nothing could hurt me and that even nightmares never come true. i keep dreaming as my motivation. i keep dreaming as my goals are never a reality. i dream because that is what i know. my dreams change with time but they are always captured in the bubble that surrounds me like a wisp of weeping willow to my melancholy.
i listen to escape. your words tender kisses on my bruised soul. the hand that guides me to concern and to reason. i pretend to forgo your faults. faults reside in everyone and if one dwells too long we lose the good along with the bad. doesn't good outweigh the bad in the end? i have come to see the good becasue practicality calls for it.
to be carefree is to live a life of harmony. too much caring can lead to hurt and god forbid if i can handle that, especially now. dripping blood from split lips from the fights i start to stop the pain. no free love. no war. no pain. my mantra.
¶ 3:06 AM
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