Drained a vain into a typewriter and claimed to be sane. Call me crazy but I think I enjoyed the pain.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Friday, October 8, 2010
Take me away
I don't think it's working. I'm wearing red heels and I've clicked them together 3 times. But I'm still here.
Monday, October 4, 2010
I've walked these streets for years, and all I've found is solitude.
I’ve learned that life is unforgiving. You can fall flat on your face, and in an attempt to stand back up, you can slip and break your back. But you can look up at the sky, at the sun and the clouds, or the shape of the stars…and it can put you back on your feet. Then you can step forward, one foot after the other, until you learn to walk again. You can go anywhere you feel like going. You will meet perfect strangers that can change your life forever in an instant. You will learn things about yourself you never could have imagined. You can breathe in and out, over and over again until you realize that you aren’t just breathing, you are living. And every second you feel sorry for yourself is waste of time, because life can be anything you want it to be. Life can be as beautiful as it’s meant to be, if you just open your heart, open your mind, and open your eyes. Some may call it soul-searching, but if you don’t feel like searching for anything, you can wander until you stumble upon the verdict that there may not be an answer. And perhaps, by that time, you won’t need it anymore. Everything will fall into place. Because things don’t need to be perfect, they just need to feel right.
Friday, October 1, 2010
The best we can do is breathe
You're everything I see
Everywhere I go
Every artist on the side of the street
Trying to sell his heart
Each writer with a pen in hand
Who doesn't know where to start
Each movement of a dancer
Spinning into a pirhouette
An empty soul walking through the park
Wondering if they still have a silhouette
Every homeless man in front of the liquor store
Asking for an extra cigarette
You're the stormcloud in the distance
Threatening to cry on me
You're the promise of persistence
But now you're starting to die on me
You're the comfort of tomorrow
And the sadness of yesterday
The stranger that once was welcome
But so comfortable he wears his stay
You're the arrow that pierced my heart
But the angel was shooting from behind
I wasn't ready but here I stand
Trying to make the best of what I couldn't find
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