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So Apropos
Saw death on a sunny snowFor every life, forego the parable. Seek the light, my knees are cold. (Running home, running home) Go find another lover; To bring and- to string along. With all your lies, you're still very lovable. I toured the light, so many foreign roads For Emma, forever ago. |
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no amount of coffee, no amount of crying.
 I dunno why I put up this picture. It doesn't really fit my mood, or does it go with anything I'm going to type in this post. I guess I just like it because its pretty. I like pretty stuff. Yeah so my brain's a little numbed. I'm a little zoned out. I'm reading symptoms about myself, discomfort, dissatisfaction. Whichever. Complaining eases it. Don't get me wrong! I'm not upset in anyway. Yes, I'm missing my baby, but knowing he's having a hella good time in TAIWAN makes me all the more happy. And, best of all, I have a pile of work on my desk to get done. No, I'm not nuts. I like having the work to do, some goal of mine to do. I've got errands to run and things to get done, so yeah. I'm quite contented(: But the room feels a little too big, a little too empty. I'm a little lackluster and nothing really appeals. Everything I've set out to do is on task - so what's missing? I miss my friends. I miss my sisters. Aww. Oh. And I love this song. |