2004-02-23 - 8:49 p.m.
hipicrit shit.
the times were as good
as they were meant to be i guess.
though you never know
how good they really were supposed to be.
im just wishing for some closure,
one thing to garentee.
yet still i distantly feel
the need to start over and make more mistakes.
trying to write what i think
got harder after i know what it means.
i feel like no one completely understood
the jaded silver lining to being distinct....
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thats all the further i got. you know what sucks. listening to thrice while youre trying to write. its like saying "YOU SUCK" really loud. everyone has to listen to stare at the sun. its a really kickass song.
"i sit here clutching useless lists and keys for doors that don't exist i crack my teeth on pearls i tear into the history just show me what it means to me in this world 'cause i am due for a miracle i'm waiting for a sign i'll stare straight into the sun and i won't close my eyes 'til i understand or go blind i see the parts but not the whole i study saints and scholars both no perfect plan unfurls do i trust my heart or just my mind why is truth so hard to find in this world?" - thrice
