"Like endless rain into a paper cup." *

More often than not, much to my wondering disappointment, I just find myself winding up around the old yet nonetheless unwavering tracks.

In my proud defense, I'm changed, but in their humbling one, they're not.

*Across The Universe.

Fear.

I would rather admire you with the color-blind eye. This is how I could still get things done.

Speaking Of Coffee, Balloons, And Good Hair Days.

Currently, I'm in the process of fishing out things to be grateful for, and it's actually just for the heck of it.

Dear Space.

I've been staring for quite some time, haven't I? But you are where I'd rather be, and that's the only way I can be part of you. So when I dance in the air, keep looking away from the ground. And When I jump into the ditches, keep looking away from the surface.

Just lock your eyes on mine, not where I choose to lay each time. Just keep staring back. Just keep making me..not feel.

I can't afford to feel, just yet.

In Repetition There Lies A Marvel.

At one point, you will find yourself, somehow, able to tame each and every desire of crashing into useless dead-ends with a force of emotions that should not anymore have limbs. This will be the point where a certainty of knowing better will keep you out.

And when it's all over one more time, as you breathe out and it all comes back to you and you remember what you had just saved, as you also see where you used to be from where you are, don't forget to congratulate yourself.


Bless the voice.

The First Page Is The Last.

I know you're here. I know you're here and won't seem to leave on your own.

Who, what, you are is what I don't, though. I'm afraid I've run out of possibilities, and/or might have adopted denial for so long I can no longer tell which was what.

But for whatever it is, you're in the way, and I have to find you, and gracefully rip you to pieces.

The Diary Of Jane - Breaking Benjamin