left to somewhere unknown
lights like a fire burn and die.
walked in a cold glass world,
the water is my breath, how drowning.
what do you do when they've forgotten?
how can you speak in this dark?
what do you say when they walk away?
the words are on my eyes, the life in my lungs.
i need you in my veins, i need you back.
we miss you... we love you.
grey like ice, everything's dissolved.
red salt, blue bird.. sing for me.
colours are vivid and thoughts run free.
just... please.
Hello, Seattle.
I am an albatross.
What Do You Want To Know?
- grey.skies.dark.lies
- I decided this "About Me" needed an update. I am not the same person I was 2 years ago. I'm not the same person I was 2 days ago, in fact. The person I am now? I love math. Shamelessly. If math were a person, I would kill to be his loving wife. I love food, on and off. Some days I wake up with a pure hate for food, some days we are the best of friends down in my belly. I am weird, and the concept of being "normal" is abhorrent and repulsive. I like big words that no one uses, like dodtrantal. It means "nine inches in length." Just a fact. I am a lazy student, but I have a master plan to become valedictorian and attend an Ivy League school. Somehow. I adore adore adore Regina Spektor and about a million other bands. I love strangers because I love to hear their stories and life information. I love sharing my stories and life information. I basically have a tepid yet fervent relationship with life that I am quite content with. Now, all of this will change within a week; I guarantee.
No comments:
Post a Comment