vineri, 18 mai 2012


My lines are mine to own though they seem a bit blurred at times. I do that because i'm curios so i leave them at home sometimes in my little drawer next to a pair of penguin socks. I roam around freely into your world being amazed by all that you created. Seems like a little city all fashioned to work by itself and exactly in the middle i find you, all wrapped up in some glue trying to fix up the cracks of some house. You start explaining that it still needs finishing touches that is why you work all day long at it. We walk along the streets and you explain to me how naive i can be and how i should be done with my graceless heart. Cut it out and just restart. I can have all of this as well! I listen and i take notes. Well of course i would listen. Just look at all the amazing things you have surrounded yourself with. We laugh, we stare, we shut up and we lie. We're perfect like that. i like our fakeness cause i know it keeps us alive. People think that we're ugly but i somehow think that we're beautiful. I thank you for the tour and you graceously show me out.
As i reach back, i put my peguin socks on and redraw my lines. I leave a blank spot just in case you might come by but as i wake up in the morning you never do so i just close it back up again. Walk around and see you from afar pouring glue on new cracks. I smile and I think that maybe my lines would need some remodeling as well. You see me go along and think that you should buy more glue for tonight. Maybe tonight I'm going to actually hear your screams.

Later edit : movie marathons, blanky(z + purrito style), calimocho, icky bunk bed/ awesome double bed, icky morning liiiiight, laughter, geekiness, awckwardness, fighting on stupid things, spam on fb, too many documentaries, black, plans to destroy the world/take over it, pancake day is everyday, stolen glances make perfect carpet burns, mirror in behaviour, lotr - rampage in reading, hp, messed up (make up, life), lazy days, ignoring, too much or too little, never enough, damned if we do and damned if we don't, playing with our ghouls, tiaras.
Being with her I feel a pain, like a frozen knife stuck in my chest. An awful pain, but the funny thing is I'm thankful for it. It's like that frozen pain and my very existence are one.
The pain is an anchor, mooring me here.