We'll get some lighter heads for our heavy hearts....

This is part one of today's blog. Just writing about last night before I forget entirely. At about 2 in the morning, I was still on the computer, contemplating going to bed, when a friend expressed the need to talk. So I talked. Then we decided to hang out because it was the thing to do. It was raining and I waited for his car on the front lawn while the water poured down my face. We spent a few hours just filling eachother in on various life details. I got the feeling that he seems... lost. He's really smart and he has a great personality, but I'm not sure if he really knows what he wants. I mean, that's ok, but it's like he lets things bother him too much. That happens to everyone though. Everyone is always analyzing their relationships with other people; evaluating; judging; trying to understand. What they don't realize is that they don't have much control over the way things happen. But they have full control over how they choose to react. Anyway. I became increasingly tired and went home around 4 am. I didn't really feel like we discussed anything important, but maybe that was the point. Maybe he just needed to sit and talk.


Drinking at the bar, she said I had no class/"No it's true, I don't, no it's true, I don't."/She glanced at my glass and asked if I had any plans,/"Well aside from you, I don't, aside from you, I don't."/My eyes strode to the door and then back to her eyes./Our treasure chests are only gold coins that we trade/Golden like your even stare/like every breath that,/ coloured, I breathe out./The ceaseless endings, and unflowered left beginnings./Sometimes I pray for the north star to burn out./ Why is every action like a fringe on a forehead, and why should growing have to come with so much pain?/ Walking by the road, I look out past the shore./As if on the edge of the world, I've walked down here before./Every single word resounds in my hea/of silence we left said. yet now it flourishes after burning down in flames.

-Golden; Inamorta.



"I hope this can be more than just flashing lights and sound."
-Thrice