you are ashes and honey, all sweet and wonderful. you are galaxies and milky ways and the mist in the morning. you are smiles and dew drops and comets. you are warmth. you are smoke curling in the air. you are a happiness that radiates from my pores. a secret look. you are a storm, my world crashing down around my feet in shadows. you are light.
October 17, 2009
if this is just the beginning
my life is gonna be beautiful.
-dean martin
ahhhhh. (:
October 9, 2009
thousands.
“im wandering, im crawling, im two steps away from falling.”
look, touch, smile. i want to dive right in. let go, release. you give me wings. flutter, the stars, talking. blue eyes and pink cheeks. a thousand new memories and giggles and kisses and stupid back and forth conversations.
“we’re cute together, huh?’
September 28, 2009
late
night conversations with you.
“two, like me and you, and you and i, and peanut butter and jelly, and toast and butter, and milk and coffee, and milk and tea, and the moon and the stars, and the ocean and the sand, and people and other people, and you and i.”
September 28, 2009
you make me feel.
“Now that she’s back in the atmosphere
With drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey
She acts like summer and walks like rain
Reminds me that there’s a time to change, hey
Since the return from her stay on the moon
She listens like spring and she talks like June, hey, hey
But tell me, did you sail across the sun?
Did you make it to the Milky Way
To see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated?
Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star?
One without a permanent scar
And then you missed me
While you were looking for yourself out there?
Now that she’s back from that soul vacation
Tracing her way through the constellation, hey
She checks out Mozart while she does Tae-Bo
Reminds me that there’s room to grow, hey
Now that she’s back in the atmosphere
I’m afraid that she might think of me as
Plain ol’ Jane told a story about a man
Who was too afraid to fly so he never did land
But tell me, did the wind sweep you off your feet?
Did you finally get the chance
To dance along the light of day
And head back to the Milky Way?
And tell me, did Venus blow your mind?
Was it everything you wanted to find?
And then you missed me
While you were looking for yourself out there
Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken
Your best friend always sticking up for you
Even when I know you’re wrong?
Can you imagine no first dance, freeze-dried romance
Five-hour phone conversation
The best soy latte that you ever had, and me?
But tell me, did the wind sweep you off your feet?
Did you finally get the chance
To dance along the light of day
And head back toward the Milky Way?
But tell me, did you sail across the sun?
Did you make it to the Milky Way
To see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated?
And tell me, did you fall for a shooting star?
One without a permanent scar
And then you missed me
While you were looking for yourself?
And did you finally get the chance
To dance along the light of day?
And did you fall for a shooting star?
Fall for a shooting star?
And now you’re lonely looking for yourself out there.”
Drops of Jupiter by Train.
September 24, 2009
This is how it goes.
I don’t think I can break anymore, the pieces are too small. Everything is being taken away and only I can be blamed for that. Words were thrown at me and yet I chose to ignore them. Stupid stupid me. Why did I not heed your warnings? I was probably too stubborn to realize I was only hurting myself. I will never learn.
The solution to my problems is right there in front of me, I just can’t touch it. Who knows if I ever will be able to. You can make this right, yet I know that this is not the right thing to do. I want what I want, and I’m being selfish. Forgive me.
September 24, 2009
i told you so.
thats what you should be saying to me.
fkljsdkfhskdhshfafhsthksgdskfsd.
and that is how you make me feel. i stumble, you’re half there. ugh. please just..want me.
