| You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Either way I, don't wanna wake up from you
Did I mention, he's leaving in 16 days?
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| I haven't written in a long time. I miss you.
I've been working mainly, and missing of the ends and beginnings of sentances. I hate that.
I don't blog enough. I don't lose myself in the glorious divine qualities it has, the release, the sharing, the beauty. And why? Who knows.
Last night was truely heartwrenching.
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| I haven't written in so long. I finally found inspiration. I really hope you respond to this, and enjoy it.
A Monday morning light rose in your shadow,
Dying melodies banished with the failing night
From a regretful Sunday. The east side sunset
Had brought careless whispers and breaking revenge
Into the haze of this city. The troublesome
Night had given rise to feelings of pain and a
Lack of hope, hope that had slipped away like sand.
Under the indigo clouds lovesick laughter had made
Way for the shaking tension of jealousy, filled
With dirty recognitions and hollow secrets.
We were living in deceit. The livid
Reality of an unspoken tragedy
Had consumed our every move, ringing static.
The broken bypass of our highway to nowhere
Stretched like an unravelled vein across the landscape,
Its guilty signature etched into the tingling
Skin of our unstable world, screaming whispers.
Unmade promises and broken bullets trapped us
Into a painless wreckage of frailty, a
Lyrical disaster shared in our uneven
Words. They had sold us out, forced our habits into
A slowed sadness, and there was only a frail trace
Of how we had lived in mazes for so long, masked.
And now there was a breaking
Bliss, a pause in the distress. The beckoning hills
Welcomed dawn’s serenity.
We had written our lullabies. |
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| I need a little help and recommendation. I need to find a good notebook, not a Moleskine though, as they are so perfect, I don't like thinking I may ruin them. Just one that I can jot ideas and throughts in, got anything in mind? |
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| I have had my hair cropped and dyed:
Apparently my expression here says, "You annoy me and I'm about to hit you." But that is only because a) the sun was in my eyes, and b) I am bad at smiling, for reasons you can see in the second photograph:
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