So Apropos
Saw death on a sunny snow
For 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.
about art.
Art is what you can get away with.

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I think its a pretty nice thought, not having to put yourself out there to fulfill some criteria, not feeling guilty for saving yourself for yourself. I don't really need to be social. I mean its nice, but it saves me superficial time from superficial people.

I'm glad I finally realized the other person out there, who is me, but isn't me. The doppleganger, the Moira, the other person that I really really want to be, and I acknowledge that the person isn't me yet. But it will be, one day. And till then, I'll have my sisters, who understand me in and out, who stick by me thick and thin. Spencer, who knows me better than I can ever hope people will, and knows my deepest dreams and wishes. My niece, who gives me hope that the world is more beautiful that it may appear to be. I still feel that tight grasp on my neck sometimes, like she really needs me.

I love that feeling.

2101 midterms today, and I'm not really that focused. Even if I did wake up at 4 to mug. I keep thinking of the billion things I could be doing or experiencing right now. But perseverance is a skill, and I'm still waiting for that Life that Grayling promised me.

For now, you can call me Ishmael.
Posted on: Thursday, 29 September 2011
Posted at: 07:40