pieces.

One day, I thought I was in love.
Then the next day, I was never more unsure of anything in my life.

=]

you may have moved on,
but i've long since been moving.
criticize and castigate,
you were always disapproving.
Yeah, aim for those stars,
but I reside on the moon
The timing isn't good,
Nah, it's opportune.

Origins.

But who could try to stop the ones who never started.
The founders of our words and sciences and art and..
Find the words to rebuke the ones who'll never need you,
Hands tied, eyes closed, try and bite the hand that feeds you.

untitled.

it sings it's song in a silver tone,
full of bliss, marked by desire.
it's name is love, the tiny fowl
a hypnotic song all did admire.

I used to hear, but have since been deafened
notes gone awry, fate did contort
the bird, the prey. and hate the hunter
a tune, a life, a hope cut short.

chasing waterfalls.

life is slowly but surely becoming stranger and stranger.
more exciting sure, but also resembling a Palahniuk novel.
I pass out for whatever reason at least once a week. I come to in strange places around my house that I don't remember going to at strange times throughout the day.
I'm guessing it's from the low blood pressure but I can't be too sure.
But I feel almost.. clean in a sense when it happens.
I'm having flashbacks from 2000-2001. But only in that time period. Never before or after. Like there is something that my brain wants me to remember but I just keep repressing it. I'll remember certain things that I ate, or things that someone said, even entire days but when I feel like I'm understanding why, everything stops. and it's back to reality.

funny.

it's weird to think how I could go from caring about a person so much, to disregarding their existence.

My Darling Icarus:

and ever so sweetly,
the bird of reason sings.
what you love, you must lose,
much like your wings.

and all that you were,
or could ever hope to be,
will be burned by the sun
and lost in the sea.