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I'm cleaning out my junk drawer.
Not metaphorically.
I just put up a new dresser, and I'm emptying the old junk drawer. It's amazing the things we hold on to, fossils and hologram relics of the past. Finally ridding myself of the flotsam and jetsam of childhood.
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Why the fuck do I even bother. -
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A lot of big revelations tonight. Just kind of sitting around, thinking ( Read more... ) -
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I took a trip to find my name
I did not return the same
as I recall, the scene the fog
the subject I, the moon the frame
The distance short,
the message long
the voyage, success
I found my song
To you I wish the same
to each their own, we own our name
what lies out among the fog
will lie within our hearts, the frame -
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The atmosphere - I can see my breath tonight ( Read more... ) -
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Because it will always take me these 3 AM nights to set shit straight ( Read more... ) -
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There's this constant pressure, self-initiated, to have as much fun as I can in the current time. There's a stifling air around, an air saying that now is now, and won't be ever again. I'm afraid the good times have already passed, even with the knowledge that there are so many ahead ( Read more... ) -
Writer's Block: Bump In The Night
What are you afraid of?
asked Live Journal.
I'm afraid that I could be gone tomorrow, and a fair majority of the people I care about would hardly even blink.
That has been my fear for the longest time, and I've been reluctant to share it. SO there you go. -
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So I guess for now I'm just coasting through.
A new interest, maybe? Who knows. I'm being cautious. -
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I don't even know what I'm doing anymore.
Where did things take a turn? Am I just blowing things out of proportion?
Fuck.