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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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 Last night was so warped. Hyped on clarinase, drugged (on natural aids) to sleep, and waking up 2 hours later to be caught in the twilight zone, awake yet surreal. SIGH. Its strange that school is starting soon. I've been so excited for it to start, but now that it is, I'm actually quite nervous. There are so many different definitions for success, and so many ways to achieve the many things. And as much as people don't say it out loud, there are so many different types of pressures, from people I've just met to even my closest loved ones. The idea of a fresh start is always nerve-wrecking, albeit inviting. The strangest thing, is that of the many new people I've met, and even the people I've grown close to recently, many don't know much about what I used to be like, the person I was, the things I went through, or even what made me happy or sad. I may have become a better, more mature person in some ways (I hope), but its strange that these experiences that had in some way defined who I would be, or have become, is only fully known to myself. Its like in some far off place, away from civilisation, I had stood amongst trees and watched them fall, one by one, and walked away knowing I was the only one who saw them fall. Though some other person may one day walk past and see the fallen tree, the memory of the fallen tree is my own, and if I forget it one day, the falling tree ceases to exist. Could any of this be characterized as a historical moment? That the nights spent awake and alone, or mistakes that you could never take back, or epiphanies of what was really important in life; did incredible things (because a change of heart is an incredible thing)? Yet these incredible moments could be forgotten in an instant, the day a friend did or said something you needed, the day you first felt fully confident of yourself, the day you knew you'd never truly be alone, the day you fell in love, all worn with age and time, then erased off existence. Sorry, I guess I'm just being dramatic. But the thought of it, the idea alone is consuming. How much of life really exists out of our minds? Moving on, O WEEK IS COMING. I'm actually quite excited, but nervous. I mean, a week of little sleep, super enthu RAH RAH RAH, but missing alot of family and spencer time. Don't STRESS, LIANG. BREATHE. |