January 2012
struggles
5 am struggles to come to terms with reality. to try to make things better and breathe a lot easier. 5 am to just move on with life and forgot what i saw and felt.
different people have different way of dealing with sadness. while others have a talent to turn sorrow into literature, some turn to alcohol as a form of escape from consciousness. i know of some people who always need a cigarette...
we, are one of the same.
our stories untold.
running,
waiting,
for the sky fire to fall.
Me: I think I'm gonna go to sleep now.
TV: lol but good shows are on.
iPod: sleep? Is that a new app?
Sleeping position: lol I'm not gonna be comfortable.
Mind: what's the meaning of life though?
Temperature: lol it's too hot and too cold.
Noises: oh, you said be louder? Okay.
Body: Lol time for itches.
Person I like: Hey
this world is infested with hypocrities, two-faced superficial people who never ever say what they truly feel and who never ever live up to the things they say.
And here I am, wondering .. why when I should have known all along.
What is it with us making plans that will never materialise? What’s with all this talks which might amount nothing?
For what’s worth, I really am dying to go to New York or London. I just need to be able to see it happening. Please, just give me a glimpse of what’s to come this august.
“That is the strangeness of language: it crosses the boundaries of the body, is...”
– Siri Hustvedt (via ungathering)
“When placing a seashell against my ear, not once do I hear the sea. Instead, I...”
– Thoughts (13.01.2012)
