thewaynegirl
Colors. The variety of colors is astounding. A child will ask what the name of a certain color is and while you may have an answer for some, eventually all you will be saying is "very dark blue" and "very very dark blue." But maybe that's one of the greatest things about this world, there are so many types of different things, the mystery never dies.
The Catcher in the Rye. Catch an eye. "Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket..."
Never shall I be caught on the thoughts of my love...
Finding him. Them. Whoever will care, will listen and not speak. Who will invest themselves in you. They are scarce. They are perhaps the most sought after kind of people and yet the rarest to find.
Everything around me is utter darkness. Feeling around me, there is nothing, just the ground I stand upon. I run for miles in a direction. Who knows where? I keep going in circles, I'm sure of it. But I keep going, not knowing my way and maybe soon I will see light in the distance. Maybe I'll see a glimmer of hope, of what was and what will be. Maybe.
There's this funny thing about living in a world full of pluralism, relativism and individualism. People seem to think that certain things don't matter, or they can be or do whatever they want, without rules and boundaries. Sometimes these ideals are harmful and sometimes they are innocent and can even produce a sort of beauty. They think that to produce this sort of beauty, they have to add these ideals into what they create. Abstract art.
"Husbands, love your wives."
Automatic is easy. You don't have to think too much about what you're doing. You just shift into automatic and go. Cars are just like life. The only difference is when you put your life on "automatic" or "autopilot" you forget how much you like to make you own choices and to think about what you're doing. Automatic is easy. But manual is better. After all, no one said life was supposed to be easy.
It's a radical evolution we have here
It's a train wreck if I've ever seen it
All you want to do is revolutionize the fears
I tell you, it's a radical evolution
Melting icecaps
Hemorrhaging angels
I tell you it's a radical evolution
Cause you from buildings to dangle
I want to hold the castle in the sky. Scratch that, I want to live in the castle in the sky. I want to have those walls. Those turrets of stone that protect me. Oh how they save me from such pain. In castles there is protection. There is solace. There is peace. A place that no one can find you. No one can hurt you. Yes, I want this castle, but I want it for my heart.
Laying on the couch, I feel nothing, see nothing, hear nothing. I am nothing. In this moment on my couch I am nothing. It is wonderful to be nothing sometimes though, no? This couch has provided my escape from being something. Its old, soft, time worn fabric is pleasing to my fingertips as I lay motionless on this couch.
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