Sunday, November 28, 2010

SHOUT

I want to stand on top of a building or a cliff or somewhere very very vast and scream at the top of my lungs. Let everything out through my mouth and hear it echo all around me, then float away. It’s so satisfying to be able to conceptualize something coming out of your body, and staying out. I wish it worked with thoughts. I would love to scream some thoughts out and forget them forever.

Either way, I guess I should keep an update on my life. I am downloading a lot of music right now to put on my new ipod. It is taking a loonnggg time though. I’ve been doing it for hours and I’m still only on the B section of my list. Oh well it will all be worth it in the end.

I have a few things I’m looking forward to so it keeps my head straight for now. Hopefully all my shit works out!

Hopefully i don’t get screweeeddd. That seems to happen to me a lot….

Monday, November 22, 2010

NOTHING

I am the poison on your tongue.
I am the water in your lungs.
I am everything you want.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

HOLY MOLY


I just fucking want to feel anything but skin against my own hands.
I want to feel, just need to feel.
I need to feel anything else.
Anything electric injecting in pulses.
flowing inside me like dancing on drugs.
I want to feel anything but sweat,
against my own sweat.
Come on, just run with me.
I know there’s something inside and in between.
It’s been waiting to breath,
between you and me.
It’s been crying out, flying out,
between you and me.
It’s always been in between.
Let’s crush it down, snort it down,
and feel alive and clean again.
I just want to feel anything but feelings,
against my own broken face.
I don’t know where this fire begins or ends,
but I know we should be burning together.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

A song to pass the time

same

This man will always be such a mystery, but at the same time he makes all the sense in the world. He says all the things I’m afraid to say out loud so my own ears don’t hear it. On love, on life, on dreams, he breaks through routine. He is poetry in motion, and I’m glad I’m alive to hear him talk and sing. He really is great.

<3 Conor Oberst.