.Saturday, August 21, 2010 ' 10:10 PM Y
;all the things i'll never say.
Time,
In the blink of an eye.
You held my hand, you held me tight;
(little satin shoes chased each other like birds.)
september is coming.
is it something more special than the rest?
green day sang about it. daughtry sang about it, too.
i wish everything would last a little longer because life is
too fleeting for my liking.
i don't care, even the bad moments too. because they are the
ones that bring you on to the good ones.
it's so crazy, what we do.
and we keep doing it, even though it just gets crazier.
did that make sense?
nothing just about makes sense now, i think.
but we keep pushing on and doing all sorts of them,
i don't know. i just want to know whatever happens, there will be no regrets.
me too, i love running and hiding like that, as much as i hate it.
i wish it could all happen, knowing that the world would
shut the hell up and not be judgmental about us.
if we know it doesn't mean that,
why don't they?
oh, well. so this time, it was near failure.
not as impeccable as we would have like,
because of my unnerving tendency to screw things up,
heh.
but it was really pretty when the bubbly duds floated out at us in 3-dimension,
so i'm really glad we made it.
i want to do it again, and again and, again.
(some, all over again, too.)
about life,
rollercoasting, lately.
i was up and then down, and then up and down and you get the point.
sucks. hate being played like this,
like a doll puppet on frazzled strings. ):
gahhh.
it sucks when you know failure so well, you can't
bring yourself to get affected by it.
you know it like the back of your hand, even though you try
to find it in you to relearn the feeling, but you
can't.
so many things playing out
(like a stupid silent movie routine).
you know the drift- faceless people,
unable to put a name to them, unable to care for them like you would.
because they whiz in and out so quickly,
too quickly, you can't take their hand (maybe) and tell them it's going to be alright.
then they leave, as quietly as they came.
they leave, one by one by one,
they don't look back,
you know why you can't call out to them?
you would, but you don't know their names.
if it wasn't real, it'd be funny.
i mean, it usually would be if we saw the world
through slashy purple glasses or something.
it's because you know who i really am but you still
stuck around.
others have ran at the first chance they had.
you didn't.
am happy about it.
am happy about everything.