| - regarde le ciel bleu tourner au gris; INDEFINITE HIATUS. |


someday she would seeExchanging polite pleasantries and bits of information we knew we wouldn't need, the sentences were punctuated with periodic pauses and awkward laughs - like heavy beads on a too-delicate conversation. Gone were the days of easy schoolyard conversations and peals of laughter everywhere; somewhere along the course of the mad rat race, we had lost our former selves. Smiling sadly, I said I had to go catch the train - but we both knew I was lying. As the last train pulled wearily out of the lifeless station, you shyly slipped something into my hands and disappeared into the dark night; promises of "we'll meet again soon" dying fresh on our lips.someday she would see


Remembering PeopleThe butterflies are dying today. I heard them beating against the windowpane in my sleep. They fell from the skies in translucent blankets, hundreds of thousands of them, a menagerie of corpses smeared onto a canvas of mountains and waterfalls, little dots of painted powder stains. I mourned for them whenever I had the heart to spare.Remembering People
I am an artist, when I feel like it. Have you ever seen those calligraphy paintings of Chinese mountains crisscrossed with ink trees and smudged waterfalls? I can’t do that. Instead I’m painting the acrylic equivalent today: same scenery, different medium. For the background I chose a yellow-blue wa


three syllables of regretten.three syllables of regret
i never really knew your name i think that was the problem
[i think i could have loved you. even though we both know I don't really believe that.]
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nine.
you collect scars on your wrists like i collect records
[the fact is they're both played out.]
and you're not writing anything that will help you to remember not to hate yourself so damn much
[i wish i could have saved you.]
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eight.
if you were a color, you'd be grey
[i'm sick of all these shades of in
| I think zebras and monochrome are pretty awesome stuff <3 |
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I just saw a nun fall over at the roadside.
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*Real girls aren't perfect and Perfect girls aren't real*
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*Real girls aren't perfect and Perfect girls aren't real*
Pretty much the same, slight deviation in happiness levels but that's normal. Heh.
What about you?
cos of SA results.
boo!
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art is everything...
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