eloquent and self assured
an artist's grasp of insecure
I fashion the most unlikely ideas. I sometimes scare the crap out of myself. I am nocturnal. I am conceited. I'm a mess. Writing is my escape, jotting down kept
emotions is fun (try it haha). I may elaborate way too much on a simple thought, so feel free to stop me whenever you want. My mom lets me
carry a swiss knife whenever I go out. I am a very random person, hello XD I PMS like a betch. I am in love with Katy Perry :3 And no I'm not a
lesbian.
Cheers.
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Selfish.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009, 3/24/2009 01:01:00 AM
It's like an endless dream--walking in Salvador Dali's surrealism. I felt nostalgic, longing. I started to fashion a thought from a memory where all I would see were our shadows becoming one. Reducing the gap between us, getting closer and closer until a sort of black hole formed. And I was happy.Today, 11 months have passed. I found myself in the "same" scenario, watching our shadows bumping in to each other, split seconds becoming one. Farther and farther until emptiness formed. I looked at my right hand's shadow--it never felt so lonely.
So what do we do now?--I can't. You can't. But we must.
I'm tired.