I always told you-this time would be different. But now- it is ( Read more... )

I'm breathing in gasps ( Read more... )

It's not the fact of the unattainable, but of the nonexistant. I would rather it be right in front of my face and I having to work much harder to deserve it than I not see it at all. Just seeing it and the fact of it's existance would make me keep going and give me something to work for. The absence- something worse than hopelessness. I know ( Read more... )

that seafoam green house ( Read more... )

I want to pour out my mind ( Read more... )

I feel that I'm completly moronic and ignorant about the simple basic things that I should know. I mean the stars... everyone should know how exactly stars are formed and that they are made of Hydrogen gas and that the reason they shine is because two Hydrogen atoms make a helium atom and the reaction causes the star to shine. But really- how the ( Read more... )

I love to have the freedom
of lieing in my
soft warm bed
while outside my window
raindrops rhythmically lull
me to sleep
as a prelude to
the rumbling thunder
that contrasts my calm
and leaves a trace of
a smile
on my face
as my eyelids slide
closed

and this is me

Everyday I wake up to see your face- and all I want to do is go back to sleep

I have fallen into the brainwashing cult known as Objectivism created by the most brilliant woman(not a contradiction in this case) ever in existance. I am in love with Dagny Taggart, with John Gault, but mainly, with Ayn Rand, who put them into existance. The only thing I hold against her is that she died and I can never meet her, but the fact ( Read more... )

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