Trace the lines of eternity
Hope that they come back to you
Perhaps it's what you need
to know a purpose
that is yours alone
Its importance is trivial
The trance while moving
your finger through the air
is enough to make you
feel your place in the
vast
        vast
                vast
                        Universe

I think I finally have a shot at getting a job. I am going to get an interview tomorrow, so that is good. I will probably be working in the kitchen at Deano's. It will be hard work, but I really need the money.

Wish me luck.

Overall, this recent moving experience has been a hell. I don't know why we are doing it, there is nothing really different about us living here.
I am stressed out now, because I have been moving furniture for 12 hours the past 2 days, have missed chances to hang out with friends, and am sore as hell.

I need a break.

Someone save me.

O how can I deny
a dream in my arms
Let me smell the scent
not real yet enticing
That I may lay here
and create a fantasy
One in which I will live
Please say that it is real
so it won't dissolve in
the palm of my hands
Only so I may keep you
lying in my arms asleep

I looked up at the clock. Its face was clearly white, contrasting against the more cream color of the building. It had three large spires, the one in the middle was the tallest and had a cross shape at its peak. A statue of a forgotten person stood proudly in front, as if celebrating victory in a forgotten war. Though I had always passed by the ( Read more... )

Corporeal, you embedded yourself
Into my conscience, and now
Transparent, you become
Intangible, but I wonder
When I recall you,
Do you become real,
Whole again?
Can I make you real
As my mind believes?
Beyond all sense,
Yet completely felt?
As though the body
Is still there, though
It is forever gone?

Blossoms on the table
We sat across each other
A twist in a fairy tale
We conquered all
We lied about that
The dragon burned the village
If only the yellow glow
Didn't make the sky so pretty

Good memories of a bad time
Orchestral tune of a promise
Cradled by my inability
to flow past the stones
in my melodious river
I needed to sing
I wanted to dance
My master allowed me neither
I promised her the world
I forfeited my world
The songs still play
Tasting of lemon
Sweet to my soul
Sour to my heart
A tune forbidden
And a melody to redeem
the pieces of a ( Read more... )

So I decided to join Live Journal.  I will be writing more in here, hopefully. I have actually posted one, predated. Read it. If you would like to ask.