they will see us waving from suchgreatheights
Friday, December 31, 2004
tired
deathcabforacutie- transatlanticism
The Atlantic was born today, and I'll tell you how
The clouds above opened up and let it out
I was standing on the surface of a perforated sphere
when the water filled every hole
And thousands upon thousands made an ocean
making islands where no islands should go (oh no...)
Most people were overjoyed; they took to their boats
I thought it less like a lake and more like a moat
The rhythm of my footsteps crossing flatlands to your
door have been silenced forevermore
And the distance is quite simply much to far for me to row;
it seems farther than ever before (oh no...)
I need you so much closer...
So come on; come on...
don't do this to me. dear friend. i miss you alot. and it hurts so bad. to read your life from a screen and wonder where did we ever go wrong. how come things have changed so much. and besides..maybe i ran away for too long. too long now.
no work today. HURRAH! haha. oh well..going to meet mary darling later. it's equinox tonight. yayness. very happy!:)
crashing down like a airplane, im so exhausted. my life is now spinning out of control. probed by questions after questions. i fear the worst. i fear falling for the wrong kind again. maybe it's all part of my nature, to do something and regret in the end. like taking a job i hate and have to keep up with it cos my dad is working there too (with a reputation to keep, so to speak). like going out too often with you and then realise, maybe there's more to it than just the mere facade of being JUST friends. to say that i would eat, i would eat, but my head is swimming with numbers, numbers of what i take in, how much i take in, how much i have burnt. this is my life. this is my strife. what do i do? deal with it. i guess. as often than not, that's what others would always tell you.
i am tired of talking.
music: destiny's child- bad habit
The Atlantic was born today, and I'll tell you how
The clouds above opened up and let it out
I was standing on the surface of a perforated sphere
when the water filled every hole
And thousands upon thousands made an ocean
making islands where no islands should go (oh no...)
Most people were overjoyed; they took to their boats
I thought it less like a lake and more like a moat
The rhythm of my footsteps crossing flatlands to your
door have been silenced forevermore
And the distance is quite simply much to far for me to row;
it seems farther than ever before (oh no...)
I need you so much closer...
So come on; come on...
don't do this to me. dear friend. i miss you alot. and it hurts so bad. to read your life from a screen and wonder where did we ever go wrong. how come things have changed so much. and besides..maybe i ran away for too long. too long now.
no work today. HURRAH! haha. oh well..going to meet mary darling later. it's equinox tonight. yayness. very happy!:)
crashing down like a airplane, im so exhausted. my life is now spinning out of control. probed by questions after questions. i fear the worst. i fear falling for the wrong kind again. maybe it's all part of my nature, to do something and regret in the end. like taking a job i hate and have to keep up with it cos my dad is working there too (with a reputation to keep, so to speak). like going out too often with you and then realise, maybe there's more to it than just the mere facade of being JUST friends. to say that i would eat, i would eat, but my head is swimming with numbers, numbers of what i take in, how much i take in, how much i have burnt. this is my life. this is my strife. what do i do? deal with it. i guess. as often than not, that's what others would always tell you.
i am tired of talking.
music: destiny's child- bad habit
posted by jo # 9:11 AM 