i typed a big long entry composed of run on sentences and cutthroat phrases, ultimatums that shattered hopes, enigmatic emotions manifested through my limited vocabulary before they slipped away, away, through my fingertips, forces pulling them down, names unknown, obscure shadows melting with the sun along the horizon, broken pencils and torn muscles, so tired, very very tired and sick as the worn out soles of these old running shoes scrape along the concrete lactic acid burning through my veins and i can still taste the blood in my mouth holding back my tongue, directing all pain to one place.
and now i am done. nothing but an old diary and some pictures and scratched cd's and evaporated tears, invisible to most.
this has been echoing in my head all day:
"Somewhere in the back of my brain there exists this certainty: The body is no more than a costume, and can be changed at will. The changing of bodies, like costumes, will make me into a different character, a character who might, finally, be alright." mh
high and dry
radiohead <3
Two jumps in a week, I bet you think that's pretty clever don't you boy.
Flying on your motorcycle, watching all the ground beneath you drop.
You'd kill yourself for recognition; kill yourself to never ever stop.
You broke another mirror; you're turning into something you are not.
Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry
Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry
Drying up in conversation, you will be the one who cannot talk.
All your insides fall to pieces, you just sit there wishing you could still make love
They're the ones who'll hate you when you think you've got the world all sussed out
They're the ones who'll spit at you. You will be the one screaming out.
Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry
Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry
It's the best thing that you've ever had, the best thing that you've ever, ever
had.
It's the best thing that you've ever had; the best thing you've had has gone away.
Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry
Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry
everythings so much easier when i pretend to myself that i dont care. a big thanks for reminding me why i dont believe in second chances.