Sunday, September 21, 2008
How much is an apology really worth?
Nickels, dimes, quarters, dollar bills? Is there really a price to pay for the words 'I'm sorry'? Picking apart constellations and seeing your faces in every one. The night sky hasn't been to forgiving. Managed to take more than a few wrong turns along the way to self discovery, or well self realization. I know i've managed to let you down on numerous occasions but please don't count me out just yet. My judgement has been impaired and mistaken. It may seem almost comical but I only want to make you all proud. Sticks and stones may break bones but your looks alone are enough to set the pit of my stomach on fire. My veins are grasping for your approval. Sideways glances and backhanded compliments are going out of style faster than you can say damage control. We wrote the book on finding lucky pennies in midst of a crisis, is there any ounce luck left to spare? I'm trying to find my lost soul in a series of unfortunate events. Yes my dear loved ones the stars are making a mockery of me but the sun has to rise as does forgiveness. That is if you remember who we are talking about here.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
We can't all make it out alive.
Entrapt in a series of funhouse mirrors, embedded in a treasure chest that's missing a key. I've lost my free spirit. "Elephants" By: Rachael Yamagata is the most bonechilling and tender song i've heard in ages. It almost makes me want to swallow my pride and fall in love. Stress the word almost.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Independence in a time of dependence.
September crept in ever so faithfully. It may soon come time to put an ad in the paper for a new bestfriend. Mine is currently M.I.A. Let me know if you guys hear anything. I will never be one to slash the idea of being perfectly secure and fine without a swarm of friends or posse to make you feel like you are wanted in the world but it's getting to the point where my own shadow is becoming a person. I'm making shapes out of thin air and talking to space. This whole hurricane holiday i've been all by my lonesome. I will never say I'm lonely because no matter how corny it may sound i've always, always got my family. I'm more lucky than anything else. I may not have many friends but my closet is fierecer than half the bitches I know. I'm my own bestfriend, work-it-out.
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