In Your Room
watch me drown inside
I always try
to keep my eyes from closing besides
I still see you
it seems so right
to think of the time we could have tonight
and it's so cold
it seems my hands
are colder than yours, warm me up inside
your face turns red and so does mine
and we climb all around
you stare into my eyes and watch me
drown inside
you whisper to me softly as I lie
you shine so bright
a light inside my head i love the thought
of staring at you
asleep at night
kaleidoscopic thoughts of me and you
and you're just so cool
for me to see
the life we'd have and we'd tell everyone
your face turns red and so does mine
and we climb all around
you stare into my eyes and watch me
drown inside
and whisper to me softly as I lie
July 28, 2011
July 22, 2011
Disappear Here
Less Than Zero
There are so many things Blair doesn’t get about me, so many things she ultimately overlooked, and things that she would never know, and there would always be a distance between us because there were too many shadows everywhere. Had she ever made promises to a faithless reflection in the mirror? Had she ever cried because she hated someone so much? Had she ever craved betrayal to the point where she pushed the crudest fantasies into reality, coming up with sequences that she and nobody else could read, moving the game as you play it? Could she locate the moment she went dead inside? Does she remember the year it took to become that way? The fades, the dissolves, the rewritten scenes, all the things you wipe away—I now want to explain all these things to her but I know I never will, the most important one being: I never liked anyone and I’m afraid of people.
Less Than Zero
There are so many things Blair doesn’t get about me, so many things she ultimately overlooked, and things that she would never know, and there would always be a distance between us because there were too many shadows everywhere. Had she ever made promises to a faithless reflection in the mirror? Had she ever cried because she hated someone so much? Had she ever craved betrayal to the point where she pushed the crudest fantasies into reality, coming up with sequences that she and nobody else could read, moving the game as you play it? Could she locate the moment she went dead inside? Does she remember the year it took to become that way? The fades, the dissolves, the rewritten scenes, all the things you wipe away—I now want to explain all these things to her but I know I never will, the most important one being: I never liked anyone and I’m afraid of people.
July 4, 2011
Six Feet Under
We live, we die. Ultimately, nothing means anything.
We live, we die. Ultimately, nothing means anything.
What about you saying that things happen that leave marks … in people, in space, in time?
Yeah, that's physics. Energy affecting matter. Talking to dead people is delusional. Nate: So you definitely don't believe in any kind of a life after death? I think people live on through the people they love and the things they do with their lives … if they manage to do things with their lives. But that's it, that's it? That's all there is, there's nothing more, there's nothing like bigger?
Just energy. But there's no plan, no— No, there's definitely no plan. Just survival. Should I have ordered the salmon? Uh, I don't know. How can you live like that? I mean, what if you found out you were gonna die tomorrow? I've been prepared to die tomorrow since I was six years old.
Really? Yeah, pretty much. We never got butter. Well, why, since you were six?
Because I read a report on the effect nuclear war would have on the world, and it was pretty clear to me at that point that this was definitely gonna happen.
When you were six? And I wake up every day pretty much surprised that, um … everything is still here. Well, I don't understand how you can live like that. Well, I thought we all did.
We've been clutching so desperately to the past, and for what?
Yeah, that's physics. Energy affecting matter. Talking to dead people is delusional. Nate: So you definitely don't believe in any kind of a life after death? I think people live on through the people they love and the things they do with their lives … if they manage to do things with their lives. But that's it, that's it? That's all there is, there's nothing more, there's nothing like bigger?
Just energy. But there's no plan, no— No, there's definitely no plan. Just survival. Should I have ordered the salmon? Uh, I don't know. How can you live like that? I mean, what if you found out you were gonna die tomorrow? I've been prepared to die tomorrow since I was six years old.
Really? Yeah, pretty much. We never got butter. Well, why, since you were six?
Because I read a report on the effect nuclear war would have on the world, and it was pretty clear to me at that point that this was definitely gonna happen.
When you were six? And I wake up every day pretty much surprised that, um … everything is still here. Well, I don't understand how you can live like that. Well, I thought we all did.
We've been clutching so desperately to the past, and for what?
Because that's when there was hope.
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