pandalicious's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Powems Sometimes Happen Do we need the loud blurring rush to be happy? I can't sit still with my thoughts without wanting them to be less abstract and more concrete. It's a curse more than a blessing, to just have your mind tickled by possibilities. It seems to taunt you, or try to make you feel confident that you can possess something solid with your thoughts. Nothing is for sure, really, is it? Is it because we are under a societal microscope that we feel rushed to capture some semblance of truth and security? I am far too confused to make sense now. Helpful :: Sunny Day Real Estate & Modest Mouse. Detrimental :: my never ending math equation of needing to know what's up now without really wanting to know what's up now. ... Hands to your sides, girl ... There's a little space for your foothold Trees and wheels and driving forward Driving forward Driving forward My eyes and your arms This quiet is unresolved for me But what is it to you? Your eyes and my arms Across and surrounded by fluorescent lights The singularity of the pen stroke as the clock ticks away the time No smoke No smoke Just fresh air Fresh air Too much of a good thing? ... a powem of sorts just now ... 22:11:30 - October 1st, 2K :: 6:12pm ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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