rude awakenings

Just as the anger and disgust bubbled up her spine, just as she was about to revel in anguished breakdown, all substance and reason behind it vanished. She could find no justification, and all the anger she had towards it turned in on herself instead. Why she had brought it unwillingly (or perhaps it wasnt so reluctant?) back into her mind, she did not know. Perhaps it was the same concept where though we know something is disgusting, we're compelled to look smell or taste it, regardless? A morbid curiosity.

to convey the message we bring. She had always known a story would come of her experiences with that curious boy. In fact she had started one, once, a while back. She suspected it was sitting somewhere in her room, though its precise whereabouts were unknown. Probably suffocating beneath layers of discarded memories. She wasn't too perturbed, it was garbage now anyways. Written in a tongue of sickly hopefulness, rendered obsolete.

And time was her only friend, or atleast a constant companion.

She hated people who smoked. The stench for one, then the fact that they are constantly chained to those small white cylindars. It was only recently that she realized she hated non-smokers too. Because, she thought, they were too proud of it. They had a sense of superiority that sickened her. She herself didn't smoke either, but that was all it was. It was a simple fact, without need for egotism or anything similar.

this seems to be some terrible twist of irony. The one thing that had helped my mind be clear is now threatenig to consume it. This must me a disorder of some sort, I'm sure of it. Maybe just a branch of another, some curious side-effect. Indeed it is really curious. if this wasn't so detrimental to my well-being I may be intruiged.

Today was no different, by any means. Yet something had shifted inside of me. It wasn't a particularly painful change, but its difference unnerved me. I could fathom no reason for it, not the slightest thing. But then again, though I was fairly good at noticing, I was inept in noticing why. I felt empty and barren, a cold mountain range of idle feelings. I had a few speculations to toy over but part of me didn't want to understand; wanted to be blissfuly unaware. I soon found out that was out of the question. Sure I could cram it to the innermost folds of my brain but its presence would still be enough to cause a certain tribulation. There seemed one positive notion that stemmed from this inexorable change; I no longer thought in fragmented words and pictures. No, every thought had been transformed into a delicate phrase, almost worthy of novels. No effort needed to transform them, they sat, preconceived and ready.

The waiting room; full of the stench of disarray, far from the reaches of sanitized surfaces of the doctor's rule beyond the double doors. The hum of ventilation and fluorescent lighting a monotonous backdrop for the dreary tidbits of conversation between the waiting. Outside, beyond the reaches of assumed assistance, lay the sleepless city. Cars passing in an endless rhythm of stop and go, their headlights illuminating briefly the streaky windows as they passed by us. Sitting under the hum of the lights, seeing the injured called in one after another, waiting for your chance to be seen. Heads drooping as the hours dragged on, always jerking up expectantly at the promise the sound of an opening door brought. The green and blue pleather of the waiting room chairs squeaking every time a position was shifted. It was hard, sitting there with him tired in my arms, all bruised and beaten down. I had always been the hopeless optimist, struggling to hope beyond hope. He had really seared t...

you've unnecessarily repeated it enough times for me to grasp the simple concept that you don't think highly of him at all. I get it. I understand where you're coming from. I also understand that I can't get him a job or get him a place. but I can be here for him no matter what. I'll stay by his side because my presence is more than he could ask for. You won't understand what he means to me, and I don't expect you to ever comprehend it..

why was she sad? who knew. but to burst the clouds away oh what magnificence.

I have never been so happy to hear a negative result IN MY LIFE!

And right now you're worlds away. There's more to it than just the miles that part us. Right now I expect you to be sitting with your like-minded apostles in circles spinning clockwise. A weekly event. All taken too young and I see you as the Footman. Lost to the mists of time. The preparer, the organizer, the setting them all up one by one and passing them along. Though I've been known to dabble in those depths I could never comprehend. I hate it and I've told you that I hate it. In the end I got my wish but I'm still so afraid. I want you to make me cry. What will happen when I see you for the first time? It breaks me to know I haven't known you. Will I turn away from the monster you make yourself to be? Nothing's worse than seeing you worse than me.

au revoir simone.

When it's all said and done I have helped you. Everyone said it's not for me to do. But I did it anyways. I gave you hope. I gave you confidence. I made you realize you're not alone and never will be. Through me loving you I've made you love yourself.

here's the best way i can explain it. you start off completely ripped apart. completely broken. but with your defiance you slowly start to stich yourself back up with a thread of well-needed distractions. and you've managed to tidy your mind sweep it all into some dark crevice until one misguied step, one thought back to that hole and you're ripped at the seams again. each time it happens it gets so much harder to fix.

you know that sort of person, that's always used as examples, in calm class, or something similar? that "fuck-up? that one guy who went from bad to worse, making all the wrong decisions? usualy used to scare impressionable minds to obeying the law. that great "or else". well see, that "or else" is my boyfriend.

Distortion, an escape. fractured reality where anything is possible. Realease from quotiary drags, everything is beautiful. Opens your mind to the unknown. Ecstatic sensations, everything in a new, golden light. Renewed magnificence and a new depth to perception. And in all honesty I don't see the allure in it at all.

Yellow lorry slow, nowhere to go But oh, that magic feeling, nowhere to go

It's the first time I've ever felt this lonely, Wish someone cure this pain It's funny when you think it's gonna work out Till you chose weed over me you’re so lame I thought you were cool until the point, Up until the point you didn't call me when you said you would Finally figured out you're all the same, Always coming up with some kind of story Every time I try to make you smile, You're always feeling sorry for yourself Every time I try to make you laugh, You can't your too tough You think you're loveless Is that too much that I’m askin for? Thought you'd come around when I ignored you, Sorta thought you'd have the decency to change But babe I guess you didn't take that warning, ’Cause I'm not about to look at your face again Can't you see that you lie to yourself? You can't see the world through a mirror It won't be too late when the smoke clears’ Cause I, I am still here

And I, would be sad if our new love, was in vain. i'm beggining to think there's an explanation behind all of this and i've overshot it a wee too much.

music music music. slowly rising, it's up to my ankles, it's up to my knees. i'm drowning in sound. walking down with the sidewalk citizens, the paper planes.

je m'approche à tirer la balle. si proche. Tu ne comprendrais rien et c'est la façon dont j'en veux. vouz avez aperçu rien. Moi, je suis quelque chose qui mérite plus que vous faites. Change ta ton de voix avant que je fasse quelque chose que nous deux regretterait.

i want you to whisper sweet nothings. i want you to tell me i'm beautiful. create a withstanding intimacy between us. i need to feel your closeness the amiguity of my words, more than one way we can see it, read it, understand. they are going to tell you, if only you can see what it is. Frightening. no set rules or logic. it's all up to me. will you listen to what i have to say? or will you just hear? i dont know what you will get out of this. if you can even see through this the way it is meant to be. we both could. anyone could. maybe you do know but maybe you don't. neither of us will know, only with faith, and maybe with your help.

Sunday morning coming down. CRASH Boom BANG. ordeals fall all around me, and all because of you. Not you. Me. All me. I'm gonna break my rusty cage and run. I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned.

i was reminissing, going back to when this all started. so much has changed but i'm so afraid that it's stayed the same. "if it wasnt for you and emma i'd have gone to bc" back to that time when things were so messed up maybe they still are. maybe i'm blissfully unaware. I know i'm crazy, i'm insecure, i'm hopelessly self destructive. but i don't want to be fooled again. maybe it wont even happen. but atleast if it does it doesn't come as such a shock. haha ya right. like that will make it any better

We see things as they really are to the best of our capacity, but maybe we're not as great as we think. Maybe we're completely oblivious to some greater being out there. Like the ants and the plants are to us and all our greatness. Maybe the galaxies talk to eachother. There's no end to the possibilites and instead of making me feel hopelessly small, it makes me feel more a part of something. I'm just on this ride, with nowhere to go no, one to be, because it doesn't matter in the least. Just flowing on with life wherever it takes me.

I walked around with no specific destination, letting my mind lead me on a trail of pleasant sensations. I slipped. I can't wait for the spring to come and make rivers of it all. and I wont need to worry about dirtying my fancies. I revelled in my miniature stature, ofunimportance. I found stars, I found stairs and hidden little paths. I rummaged around my bag for chapstick. Sparks. solitary, but I had no one else to be. exploring the brambles, my fancies in shambles. My knees torn and worn away but my heart light and feathered. the sky, the pale white glow of eternity the Smoke rising off The horizon the Weeds, clinging to my velcro And that faint Smile clinging To Myself [capitalization is important]

My headphones lost their squishies. My phone dies litterally 20 times a day and my ipod doesn't work properly. But I don't go out and replace these trivial objects without hesitation. I humored society and it has forsaken me. Not in a big way, but it's all the same. I will use these inconveniences as a reminder that this isn't what's important. With each new advancement, with each new step forward, we take another step further from our original reality, from our priorities. Just because it's available doesn't mean we have to take it. But that's the way it goes. Personally i'll take this nuisance to remind myself not to lose sight of my reality. [I had to write this from memory because I'd had it on my phone, but it was erased when it died]

lonesome sundown. that terrible nagging i get at the root of me, those thoughts all clouding my mind in inaudible whispers. anxiety making my fingers shake. my mind is numb and dull. little questions running round, second guessing and self slandering. Reality leaves alot to the imagination . I need distraction. You don't need anybody to tell you who you are or what you are. You are what you are! i'm searching john lennon quotes. getting lost in other's words is healing. Gets me out of my head every so often. Give me sanctuary, I need asylum. Place me somewhere with no responsibilities, no inadequacies or apprehensions. Let me be seen as real and that is all i will need. where no one's pressumptions affect me. I am my own entity, reserved and asunder. I need you. Open me up, break down my inhibitions. let me be real and let yourself love me for what is really there. [ this isnt meant for just one person. i cant chose between you all.] The love of reality is my favorite. ...