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06 March 2010 @ 07:33 pm
I have hopes, dreams that I'd like to realise in life
I'm certain everybody else walking with me on this street possesses them too
Some of us, no matter how far we reach, never get to our desired destinations
But its okay, as long as we know we'll never stop propelling ourselves forward

As long as we know we haven't lived for nothing
Working for the sake of a better life under the bitter sun
Our sweat represents the aspirations that breathe within us
The aspirations that make us who we are

It doesn't take wealth nor a life saturated with luxury and comfort to lift us to the highest pedestal
Even if we're struggling
There always exists that intangible thread of happiness so long as we believe in it

Even if the sun's rays wear us away to a tarnished white
Even when we die
The dreams we've lived for won't have been in vain

It doesn't matter where we stand in life
I walk onwards with a dream within my heart
I can't see it; neither can you
But I know you're living for one too

Perhaps you can't see it coruscating within us
But its there
Its this invisible strength inside of us that makes us somebody

It is not in our power to decide our circumstances
But our destinies are ours alone to mold

Are you ready for the green light?

-*-

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24 November 2009 @ 10:08 am
It was late in the afternoon, at that moment of day when shadows of everything are at their longest. Those shadows, together with the darkness that was slowly but surely extinguishing the waning glow of the ether, crept unobstructed into my room through the open window.

I was sitting on the soft, ever welcoming mattress of my bed; the bedclothes already neatly arranged in place from when I awoke in the morning, erasing all sign of my ever having slept in it last night.

My figure was reduced to a mere silhouette in what little light remained to illuminate the room, fighting a futile battle against the overwhelming darkness.

Somewhere inside of me a part of me started urging myself to leave my comfortable spot on my bed and turn on the switch for the electric light, but my legs remained dangling downwards, stationary, as if they were lead. The rest of me were completely content to just continue sitting quietly at the foot of my bed in the surrounding darkness.

My hands were folded neatly, one atop the other, just above my knees.

Just across from me, a mere few metres away, a wall stared back at me. On its spacious surface resided tens and tens of photographs, all arranged in neat rows. Every one of them taken by myself, every one of them personally plastered onto the wall by myself.
Every one of them portraying one same single subject.

One hand broke its position and rose towards the wall, resting just below a boy's face. I didn't know what I was searching for, after the infinite number of times I've stared at your face like this, one would think I'd have fund what I was searching for by now. But there I was, silently studying your face yet again on another darkening afternoon.

I let my fingertips linger against the glossy surface of the photograph for a few more moments, feeling the weight of my fingertips upon your two-dimensional face. Then I slowly pulled my hand back to me, returning it to its original position. Just as I had done exactly so on every previous darkening afternoon.

Everything came to be the first time I saw you.

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06 October 2009 @ 12:35 pm
My heart has flown to fields of flowers and open roads,
While I'm left lying in my bed

- Turn the Page, by Matt Hires.

full song:

 
 
feeling : thoughtfulthoughtful
listening to: A Perfect Day - Matt Hires
 
 
08 September 2009 @ 12:29 pm
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21 August 2008 @ 04:58 pm
 a white cry brought the morning to its feet.

cow ; federico garcia lorca
 
 
 
25 June 2008 @ 09:16 pm
It's just like the movies, i eat from the trees
If i do not open the curtains then i cannot see
All the people run by... all the people run by... all the people run by... all the people run by...

My heart eats beats... eats... beats...my heart eats beats... eats... beats...my heart eats beats
My heart eats love... ove... ove... ove...

You are mistaken cause i do not bite
Over the williamsburg bridge on a bike
And if he loves me then why does he leave... and if he loves me then why does he leave...
ohh
ahh

My heart eats beats... eats... beats...my heart eats beats... eats... beats...my heart eats beats
My heart eats love... ove... ove... ove... love... ove...

Don't say goodbye like you're burying him
Cause the world is round and he might return...
Don't say goodbye like you're burying him
Cause the world is round and he might return...

But if he loves me then why does he leave...but if he loves me then why does he leave
 oh oh no oh no oh oh...

Don't say goodbye like you're burying him
Cause the world is round and he might return...
Don't say goodbye like you're burying him
Cause the world is round and he might return...

Lyrics from Regina Spektor's "Just like the movies"... you should all check it out: its much prettier than how I made it sound!
 
 
12 April 2008 @ 12:09 pm
Still, they keep launching blundering campaigns,
Trying their wings once more in hopeless flight:
Blind moths against the wires of window screens.
Anything. Anything for a fix of light.

--exerpt of "Street Moths" by XJ Kennedy
 
 
03 March 2008 @ 05:43 pm
happy is he who steps outside
in the way we enter a church.

mercury under my tongue ; sylvain trudel

( i really like the imagery of this philosophy )
 
 
17 February 2008 @ 07:08 pm
Help me out said the eagle to the dove
I've fallen from my nest so high above
Help me fly
I am too afraid try
Now saddled with a fear of heights
I'm praying you can set me right


- The Minnow and the Trout by A Fine Frenzy

That's my favorite verse. But if you want the rest of the lyrics:Collapse )
 
 
feeling : busybusy
listening to: Whisper - A Fine Frenzy
 
 
17 February 2008 @ 09:00 pm
"Hemingway has no courage. He has never crawled out on a limb. He has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to the dictionary."

--William Faulkner

"Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words?"

--Ernest Hemingway