my chest hurts.
my chest hurts.
is it going to spill?
i don't know
i don't know
perception is to change, the world, and evyerhting in its self.
you are to change, to become the best, the unimaginable,
the highest level of them all, yourself.
you are to learn, to understand, to know, all that encompasses
the truths of life.
you will, you will know, you will know it all
soon, the futures of life will appear
perhaps someday
you will learn to love
to appreciate, and to allow letdowns
more than anyone, you will fall the hardest
but perhaps it is the best
to live, love and hurt
in order to live love and learn
pain is okay
pain is fine
my chest hurts
its in pain
my heart hurts
i love you
i miss you
fly soar above the sky
you will fly
my chest hurts
it still hurts
make it stop
ow.
thats what she said
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Monday, December 8, 2008
My eyes are dry.
perhaps it is the years that have gone by, perhaps it is the weeks that have dissapeared, the days missing, hours faded, and seconds dissolved.
but.
things are different, so different, in fact that all cannot remain true and pure. it is so different that the world in its reality becomes a circus world.
here, there, everywhere. it is all around us.
we become one of chaos of desolate of sorrow of confusion.
it is a circus.
why aren't things the same?
why did they change?
black or white?
right or left?
this remains the questions
questions of the future .
a time machine in its self.
perhaps we will never know
perhaps it is the years that have gone by, perhaps it is the weeks that have dissapeared, the days missing, hours faded, and seconds dissolved.
but.
things are different, so different, in fact that all cannot remain true and pure. it is so different that the world in its reality becomes a circus world.
here, there, everywhere. it is all around us.
we become one of chaos of desolate of sorrow of confusion.
it is a circus.
why aren't things the same?
why did they change?
black or white?
right or left?
this remains the questions
questions of the future .
a time machine in its self.
perhaps we will never know
Sunday, December 7, 2008
So what?
So I should probably be doing my 8 page essay that is due tommrow, but clearly i am not.
I've decided to make this blog because I want to document my life. I feel like these past few months in college have been pretty crazy: full of surprises, mistakes, life changing experiences. I've met so many different people, I've seen so much more than I could have ever in the little town of Bridgewater. I want to write a memoir, I want people to know that it is okay, it is normal to feel some of the things that I've felt over the past few months. Perhaps, I want to write this memoir as a confession & relieving the thoughts & emotions I've felt throughout these few years. Sometimes, its just easier to express it through words than speaking. soooo. i suppose that's all, i have 1 page of my essay. ishould get going.
CL
I've decided to make this blog because I want to document my life. I feel like these past few months in college have been pretty crazy: full of surprises, mistakes, life changing experiences. I've met so many different people, I've seen so much more than I could have ever in the little town of Bridgewater. I want to write a memoir, I want people to know that it is okay, it is normal to feel some of the things that I've felt over the past few months. Perhaps, I want to write this memoir as a confession & relieving the thoughts & emotions I've felt throughout these few years. Sometimes, its just easier to express it through words than speaking. soooo. i suppose that's all, i have 1 page of my essay. ishould get going.
CL
Saturday, December 6, 2008
blog blog blog
so i'm starting a blog again,
i suppose its supposed to be a more sophisticated version of xanga.
thanks khuang.
okay bye. maybe i'll start writing some emotional shit in this later
i suppose its supposed to be a more sophisticated version of xanga.
thanks khuang.
okay bye. maybe i'll start writing some emotional shit in this later
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