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| Sunday, October 5th, 2008 |
centen
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11:32p |
miracles are happening in this town I cant even believe you are back in this city. A few days ago I wrote words that I wished could reach you, but felt never would- and here you are in my arms. This city has literally set itself on fire, my heart is pacing itself but I catch it jumping ahead every now and then just thinking about how great you are. It is like the first time I fell in love with you, multiplied and absolutely perfect. I don't know where we go from here, I dont know my up from down and I have certainly not prepared for this, but I am so happy that words are falling short of doing it justice. Lets dance, and hold on to each other and let these moments stand perfectly still. There are times we believe will never end, and of course we are foolish to think this way, but here we are in one of those moments and I am ready to let you change my perception of time and space. In this moment, it feels like forever and I know we both like it that way. |
| Thursday, October 2nd, 2008 |
centen
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12:56a |
analogue my feelings are so raw this autumn and i cant control the constant tide of my emotions. i catch myself hoping for your misfortune so that i may profit from your loss, and i realize the truth of solitude, just as i long for the comfort it brings. i am refreshed being back in this city, but i am scared that wishing isnt enough to bring you back, and i know that i havent become strong enough to be my own person without you here. there are moments that i wish i could remember, where everything was perfect and we were not in so much danger. there were moments i thought we would never collapse, that i wouldnt let me fail myself, but i must admit i have done nothing but fail, and it stings so bad. i religiously watch the clock, as my days seem to become shorter, as time seems to speed up, although my days are not advancing, my distant gaps and dreams and hopes seem to keep sliding up and throwing down like a row of mistakingly stacked dominoes. i find it hard to breath with no purpose, and i fill my days with words and watered down promises, with empty hearted attempts to be that person. the person that would be stronger than this, that would stop fraying the edges, stop picking apart everything, stop being so self critical; and yet im all these things at once. i am a portion of my parents, without their keen knowledge, i am a fragment of my friends, without the bond and i am sure i am a part of everything ive absorbed along the way, but right now none of these pieces are meshing and im just a surge of continual energy.
i want nothing more then to understand my heart, and why it wont stop beating even though it is bursting apart in such pain these days. i want to know why i keep challenging what life has given me, like i think i know what is in my future better than anyone else. i want to know why you have me wrapped around you so tightely even though your millions of miles away. i just wish my heart was a house, full of people and i was sitting on the roof top, watching the stars. i cant look down from here, theres nothing keeping me afloat. |
| Wednesday, September 24th, 2008 |
uglyfuknbastard
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4:06a |
So after Danny got off work, we walk to my car. I get in, and shit is all over the fucking place. my tapes, empty cigarrete packs, my PASSPORT, and everything else (if you know how messy my car is, well it was messier!). Only thing I can think of that was taken away is my MEC travel bag which had some sentimental stuff, some usefull stuff, some studs, my glasses that are over $400, some kick ass cds, and some other things that I can't think of at the moment. Also my souvenir I bought from my last tour is also gone (a wallet of 5 throwing cards (like throwing knives but cards in the form of a royal flush)). I'm pretty fukcing pissed and upset.. its 2 days before my bday and this shit happens to me.. my car has been robbed i think 4 times now... I have the worst luck in the world with my car... at least they didn't smash a window this time.. So broke as fuck as I am, now gotta replace my bag and glasses and hopefully that was the only usefull stuff taken.. I can't think of anything else at the moment.. this sucks. |
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