breathe again

Music: city and colour - bring me your love

im growing too old too fast,
i feel more trapped inside my own mind than the ears around me.
tired of their words, tired of their pity, getting tired too fast.
when i fall, the only one to hold myself is only me.

searching isn't easy, nothing really is.
you know its served on a platter to you. constantly.
im tired of the way you think, you bury me six feet under. just take my head into a box.

winter is calming me, my bedsheets+open windows+chai latte really are my happiness now. i just complete that cold look.

fitting in.

Music: Pet Shop Boys - For Your Own Good


it's usually easier to sleep, to fend off everything that battles inside me.

at least that way, it doesn't bother me. at least until you burn it into me like a scar.

i feel degraded sometimes by you.

i know i seem like I cant do things on my own.

but ive made it so far, without you.

you spoil and baby me. not that thats bad.

just not good for too much of it.

i love you more than anything.

just treat me like a regular person.

fitting in.

Music: Pet Shop Boys - Fundamental

people really will never change, personally i just find it easier to find myself in something of more taste, and moving along with my own yellow brick road. of course there are constant companions seeking what they seek, but this is my story. though, without something in their face like ruby slippers how can i make myself more visible ? i simply don't.

It's easy for just anyone to agree to something, or begin to think they know something without the complete acknowledgment of actually understanding anything at all. And that's where i find my self finding humor in such stupidity of people and actually finding it's interesting to rather sit back and watch people reveal themselves.

This Place is so boring.
Even intoxicating myself, is boring.
make that from whatever you want,
most of the time i can't even find myself enjoying anything.

maybe because all the pieces to the puzzle aren't matching, maybe people are doing things wrong, maybe everything just doesn't really serve to be much of a purpose.

I'm told i Dream Big, i think im Risk Addicted.