I knew it would hit me hardest at the weekend.

"Although I'll still live on,
So lonely, I'll be"

Funny I should find my way back here. Even though it's just as futile as talking to myself. Probably moreso.

I wish I knew what to think at the moment. In a way, I wish I wasn't thinking about anything, even though that's impossible.

There's that lingering feeling that I want to know some things I don't want to know.

I wish someone was here.

THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE ( Read more... )

I'm at home. Probably the only place I feel the compulsion to update this journal. It's weird, I feel stuck between a subconscious desire to preserve this journal as a piece of the past and annoyance at myself for not keeping it up to date with what's gone on recently.

I love being here. Here is home above everywhere else. There's something so very ( Read more... )

Dead as dead can be
My doctor tells me
But I just can't believe him
Ever the optimistic one
I'm sure of your ability
To become my perfect enemy

Wake up and face me
Don't play dead 'cause maybe
Someday I will walk away and say
You disappoint me
Maybe you're better off this way

Leaning over you here
Cold and catatonic
I catch a brief reflection
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"Call it Stormy Monday, but Tuesday's just as bad..."

The sky outside is damn near black. At best it's a steely grey.
Recently, I've been writing about being trapped between the ground and the sky, and sometimes, when the weather is like this, it does feel like it. That oppressive feeling.

"Lord, the whole round country, Lord, river has overflowed..."

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Well, since it's been about 2 months since I posted a meaningful update, I thought I'd write about what's going on in my life (not much) to the massive (non-existant) audience here on LJ. Top banana ( Read more... )

... to my Myspace blog, which is much more interesting/interactive/relevant, and can be found here. For the moment, here are some more lyrics ( Read more... )

A primadonna with a premonition feels like he's preachin' to the choir
A superstar filled with superstition can't pull himself out of the mire
All you ever dreamed of is finally in your reach but careful what you wish for
If you don't practice what you preach

The circus came to town, I guess it must have stayed
It's like an endless parade

All these ( Read more... )

If you could read my mind, love,
What a tale my thoughts could tell.
Just like an old time movie,
'Bout a ghost from a wishing well.
In a castle dark or a fortress strong,
With chains upon my feet.
You know that ghost is me.
And I will never be set free
As long as I'm a ghost that you can't see.

If I could read your mind, love,
What a tale your thoughts ( Read more... )