carry on.

well hello there. miss me? i hope so. no, don't worry, i'm fine. it's nothing. no really. honestly. i've just been really tired. okay, okay, i will. i promise. love you. love you more. good night. bye.

*click*

happieness is a warm gun.

Hello We haven't talked in quite some time I know I haven't been the best. I've been traveling in the desert of my mind
And I Haven't found a drop
Of life
I haven't found a drop
Of you
I try desperately to run through the sand as I hold the water in the palm of my hand because it's all that I have it's all that I need and the waves of the water mean nothing to me but I try my best and all that I can to hold tightly onto what's left in my hand but no matter how how tightly I will strain the sand will slow me down and the water will drain.
I'm just being dramatic in fact, I'm only at it again as an addict with a pen who's addicted to the wind as it blows me back and fourth mindless, spineless, and pretend of course I'll be here again see you tomorrow but it's the end of today end of my ways as a walking denial my trail was filed as a crazy suicidal head case.
Hello We haven't talked in quite some time I know I haven't been the best.
For you.

let me be honest

I think I swear bexause it explains the gravity of a situation. Gravity always pulls me down. Down below to underground. Underground studios and the twenty first pilot. Me.

Razbliuto

day three of feeling like shit.

I hate being unwell.

All I've done is sit around and do litterature projects and play minecraft.

And wish someone on their birthday three hours twenty minites early.

Try to talk to someone who generally can cheer me up, but find her in an apparent bad mood.

Try to figure out what Emily Dickenson has been saying about death and shit.

Getting depressed at my impending failure at biology.

Write pointless blogposts about not being well.

Fuck you, random chaatwalla.

Well it tasted awesome and I'm not the regretting type.

Meh.

STOP WASTING YOUR TIME I'M JUST A BECHARA IN THE NEED OF YOUR  ATTENTION RIGHT NOW.

:3

(tryhard smiley face for you)

love keeps us kind.

We live in a world.
Claustrophobicallly
Small.
Insignificantly
Tiny.
Yet we love it.
Yet we destroy.
Stupid lies and
False truth.
Starvation
and gluttony.
We posess yet
We lust for more.
We are confused.
Yet we ask ourselves.
Questions.
With no answers.
Who are we?
Why are we alive?
Are we dead already?

Food for Stomach.

One does not simply go to a relatives house and come back without putting on a few thousand kilogrammes. But well. Dojo, here I come :D

Nightingale

A small sound. And echo of something forgotten. The resonance of emotion that you don't know about. Thought that dissapear in spontaneous flashes of bright light. Blinding. Enlightning. Waves slipping and falling over the sand. A story that someone told a long time ago. A deep thought. A deeper feeling. A memory of someone. The feeling of iridescance. A small glow that fills the darkest of the corners of your broken mind. To wake you up from the slumber of monotony. Life. Alive. Happy.

The city never sleeps.

Between flashes and revelations. Broken fragments of belief. Love and loss. Trial and error. Between the fucked up concience and the sheer overhaul of existance. Between borderline thought. And hindering emotion. Between whatever needs to be forgotten and what should not be remembered. We are.

TeeHee is the best writer ever.

Perfectly Legitable.

Legitable=Legitimately+believeable

Why?

Don't ask me.

Because I don't know anything anymore.

And because I feel like a vegitable.

Which rhymes with legitable.

Oh forget it.

But ten things make me happy:

1. Being with certain people, like my friends Mav, TeeHee, Pick and Chip.

2. Doing nothing an entire day.

3. Taking a shower for half an hour.

4. Singing.

5. You.

6. Eating.

7. Listening to some music.

8. Reading. Anything.

9. The rare occasion of the release of a good movie.

10. Sleeping.

Now go. Stop pestering me. Penguin is a prick. I have to go for some MUN meeting tomorrow. Wish me luck, children :')

Stairway to Nowhere

Is it morning yet?

Not today. Today I am not going to write something poetic and all loveydovey and all. Why? Because I don't fucking feel like it. Today I feel like getting mad at someone. Telling someone I love her, even though she doesn't care. Punching someone in the face. Scoring an A in the English test. Playing Halo for nine hours straight (previous record is seven). I want to go take a walk on bandstand and hug somebody for the hell of it, except I'm Indian, and I'll get slapped. Singing loudly and pretending I'm Taylor Joseph. Eating a foot and a half Subway with more cheese than I can put in, because that. That is what I fucking feel like doing.

Now that my frustration is out, I can drop back into sexy poet mode.

Another Time

The forest was so quiet you could hear the trees grow. Your heartbeat was so loud, you were deafened by the sound of your existance. You could hear the blood flow in your veins and the gears spin in your brain. This place was so silent, it was alive.

A Love, made for Movie Screens.

Sit.                      Home.
Crawl.              You're.
  Stand.           Untill.
   Walk.         Far away.
    Run.       Higher.
     Fly.      Up.
        Away.

In my arms.
With me.

you took my soul you wiped it clean

After you had left, the most amazing thing happened. I went down again. I was walking past the place you told me you like colourful boats.
All the streetlamps on the road died for three minutes. It looked incredible. Two million more stars just.. popping up out of nowhere. For three whole minutes. The whole world stood still. The traffic stopped and the noise stopped and my iPod was playing the exact song for the moment and it was just. Beautiful.