Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands
With all memory and fate ( Read more... )

I was talking today about old friends, friends from middle school / early years of high school. It is so strange how people fade from your life. How we drift for no reason at all. Why is that? So many of the friends I used to have were my friends because they were easy to talk to, because we fell into rhythm so easily. Most of my friends at school ( Read more... )

Words are flying out like
endless rain into a paper cup
They slither while they pass
They slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow waves of joy
are drifting thorough my open mind
Possessing and caressing me

Jai guru deva om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my ( Read more... )

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b5p3OB6roAg

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I hate everything. I hate him. I hate myself. Most of all I HATE not being understood. I hate not knowing who I am. I hate trying so fucking hard to be someone, to be something, to pretend to act to fake it that I get lost and unsure and so fucking vulnerable. I hate not knowing why I hate everything. Why why why why why do I feel so angry and ( Read more... )

Side note: I like Jodi Picoult books. Fuck you. I don't care if she's not an eloquent enough writer for you, her books focus on content over quality, and I am okay with that. They make you think.

People are so stuffy.
I wish everyone would just get over themselves.

We went to church today for Nana's one-year memorial ( Read more... )

"And I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding ( Read more... )

"I am always at my best with doctors. They are charmed with me. I feel fine when I'm sick. It's only when I'm well that-" Now in the shadow of the camphor tree she stops suddenly, takes my arm in both hands. "Have you noticed that only in times of illness or disaster or death are people real? I remember at the time of the wreck- people were so kind ( Read more... )