January 27, 2009

"Skipping beats, blushing cheeks, I am struggling.
Day dreaming, bed scenes in the corner cafe.
And then I'm left in bits, recovering tectonic tremblings.
You get me every time...
One of these days, you'll miss your train
and come stay with me.
We'll have drinks and talk about things,
any excuse to stay awake with you.
You'll sleep here, I'll sleep there
but then the heating may be down again
at my convenience.
We'd be good, we'd be great together."

Jan. 27, 2009
5:19:28 pm
-You

Can't think of a title

Some things work for some people.
And some things just don't.
So I think that it's sort of safe to say
that the pursuit of happiness is like trial and error.
We try things and if it works for us,
then good.
Otherwise, we move on and find something else,
see if that one works.

Quite a Quiet Night

Nothing beats the disorientation that waking up in the middle of the night could bring.
The silence is deafening that it starts to hurt.
The eeriness carries with it nostalgia that's beyond belief.
I hope I could just fall back to sleep.

E is for:

Everything.
So what is everything to you?
Everything to me is all that I've held
And all that I am now holding.
The people, the thoughts, the words.
Conversations, songs, things.
Memories. The painful ones,
the great ones.
The feelings, sensations.
All that seemed surreal.
What's E for you?

....

I woke up my head was sore.
My heart's not mine anymore..

The...

Scientist.