a for amanda. the playlist keeps changing but i do not.
i like what i do whatever i always do. dancing in the rain, sucking it up. gimme the sun now, i'l love you to bits.
Monday, March 28, 2005
Okay, where did I stop? I think I finished my piece yesterday.
So, today's kinda tight. I don't know why I feel like that. Inspiration overflow my cup. It's not dusty anymore. My cup is full and overflowing.
I feel frightened by your presence. I'm scared. The feeling of lost and rejection. I'll go into denial.
I feel sad to see you. I'm lost for words. The state of loneliness. I'll try to forget you.
I feel uneasy walking pass you. I don't know why. The state of being on cloud nine is no more but a history. You are nothing to me now, though a certain undescribable feeling tries to resurface.
It's 4 minutes to 11pm as I write this line. How time flies. Unbelievably fast. Anyway, I'm offline from my messenger. No more bugging from blinking chat boxes. Going to sleep now. But not before my daily supplement of Sue Townsend's wonderful books about Adrian Mole. Good Night, ...blog...heheh.
Monday, March 28, 2005
Okay, where did I stop? I think I finished my piece yesterday.
So, today's kinda tight. I don't know why I feel like that. Inspiration overflow my cup. It's not dusty anymore. My cup is full and overflowing.
I feel frightened by your presence. I'm scared. The feeling of lost and rejection. I'll go into denial.
I feel sad to see you. I'm lost for words. The state of loneliness. I'll try to forget you.
I feel uneasy walking pass you. I don't know why. The state of being on cloud nine is no more but a history. You are nothing to me now, though a certain undescribable feeling tries to resurface.
It's 4 minutes to 11pm as I write this line. How time flies. Unbelievably fast. Anyway, I'm offline from my messenger. No more bugging from blinking chat boxes. Going to sleep now. But not before my daily supplement of Sue Townsend's wonderful books about Adrian Mole. Good Night, ...blog...heheh.