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IMAGE IS LOADING, PLS BE PATIENT.
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Its about time he shook my hand and welcomed me. The sunrise in my heart was from a lack of imaginitive upbringing. Like saying it was 'pretty' or 'nice'. What damage it could do the the painting in my head. Stuff my hands in my pockets and walk away because whats the point in staying if I give or gather nothing for you right? The light could've burned the retinas from my eyes had the darkness not quickly swept over me. It is not ignorance or evil. It is a comfort I searched for when I'm down. If I see the world layed out before me what type of human being would I be? I need that lack of destiny and fate to keep me groping for my future. Where is my life they ask. I feel around and say 'here here here'. It is all around me. Can't you feel the sharp tips I feel? Bursting and bubbling, and when I die today, fabulous candles will spitter spatter bright bubbly flames all over these walls. My spirit will split the sun in two. Sometimes we need to just wonder if we're on the right path. Me? Oh I am. I'm still after him (:
Tashah so melodramatic la. Stop it eh?
Saturday, May 19, 2007