Zoomerang96
ONE love, blood, life
dear interference,
hold my hand, and let's go for a walk. the leaves are falling, october means winter'll be hear in a month and summer never seemed so far away.
allow me, on our journey, to explain how to fight loneliness. laugh at every joke. smile
all the time.
not a bad idea, is it? jeff keeps telling me that everytime i ask him to. and amy's been telling me things that'll never be true, that i'll get over you.
we can climb a silver mount zion, and tell ourselves that we could've moved mountains... the violins in the background are a nice surprise, and make things more poignant, don't they?
yes, interference. we are getting older. this has been a long year, and it's not nearly over. we have thanksgiving and christmas to remind us of how much we're needed.
...by those we need.
with one fucking glaring exception, of course.
interference, i came to a startling conclussion. life was nearly perfect only a little while ago, but when i stopped to acknowledge that... i realized the moment that perfection was reached, something catostrophic would no doubt happen.
and i do mean catostrophic.
are you tired of walking with me yet? is it cause my hand is awkwardly touching you, copping a most-inappropriate feel? this is the internet, anything goes, sorry.
anyway, back to me talking and YOU shutting up and listening to ME.
i think we've all come close at some point to reaching a state of sheer happiness. but it's like a dream where you can't move... you need to inch forward to get away, to get somewhere else... but you can't.
it's EXACTLY LIKE THAT. don't act like you don't know what i'm talking about, cause i can see in your eyes that you do. why bother faking it?
so where is this going? where does anything i ever say here, go? nowhere. so connect the dots yourselves, and enjoy.
i have had, and i have lost. i tried my best, guys. the best you can is good enough.
but it won't make you happy.
so really... is that any good afterall?
...you're still holding my hand, right?
a hermit in your own head
grateful to feel dead
(
)
whatever
hold my hand, and let's go for a walk. the leaves are falling, october means winter'll be hear in a month and summer never seemed so far away.
allow me, on our journey, to explain how to fight loneliness. laugh at every joke. smile
all the time.
not a bad idea, is it? jeff keeps telling me that everytime i ask him to. and amy's been telling me things that'll never be true, that i'll get over you.
we can climb a silver mount zion, and tell ourselves that we could've moved mountains... the violins in the background are a nice surprise, and make things more poignant, don't they?
yes, interference. we are getting older. this has been a long year, and it's not nearly over. we have thanksgiving and christmas to remind us of how much we're needed.
...by those we need.
with one fucking glaring exception, of course.
interference, i came to a startling conclussion. life was nearly perfect only a little while ago, but when i stopped to acknowledge that... i realized the moment that perfection was reached, something catostrophic would no doubt happen.
and i do mean catostrophic.
are you tired of walking with me yet? is it cause my hand is awkwardly touching you, copping a most-inappropriate feel? this is the internet, anything goes, sorry.
anyway, back to me talking and YOU shutting up and listening to ME.
i think we've all come close at some point to reaching a state of sheer happiness. but it's like a dream where you can't move... you need to inch forward to get away, to get somewhere else... but you can't.
it's EXACTLY LIKE THAT. don't act like you don't know what i'm talking about, cause i can see in your eyes that you do. why bother faking it?
so where is this going? where does anything i ever say here, go? nowhere. so connect the dots yourselves, and enjoy.
i have had, and i have lost. i tried my best, guys. the best you can is good enough.
but it won't make you happy.
so really... is that any good afterall?
...you're still holding my hand, right?
a hermit in your own head
grateful to feel dead
(
)whatever
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