Sometimes I feel like life is just one big charade, one where I'm constantly afraid to be myself. As they are, some or most kinds of people don't thrive that well. So they adapt, and become who they change into. They don't realize their eventual inconsistency and I find it difficult to handle this fracture of self.
Paranoid Critical Method was originally invented by the eccentric Salvidor Dali. Well, eccentric is a euphemism, more accurately he was off his rocket. But for a crazy, he did come up with a ground-breaking insight.
I love your music taste, how sure you are of where you stand. Mostly I thinking of you when I listen to your songs. Ryan Adams, Bon Iver, Dave Matthews, I stand in the empire you belong to, massive and breath-taking. I'm jealous. I've always been jealous of you. I miss you, though I won't care to admit that in front of you.
Mostly, I did my thinking tonight. I was staring at that crane towering above. My mind slowly moving to space, with just the word 'beautiful' in my head. And then you came from behind me, and slipped your hand around my waist. Like how it's done in movies. Haha, it made me smile. I tell you about that time me and her were at the Esplanade. How she knew exactly what I was gonna say. I missed that. I miss her, or maybe what we had. My heart ached, and I almost teared.
I came home high. Still. I bathed. I saw my Dad reading on the floor, and touched his knee. 'Hey Dad.' I saw my sister sleeping and gave her and big fat kiss on the cheek to wake her up. At first she didn't know what was happening cause its been too long since I did that. So she went sleepily, 'What'd you do wrong?'.
I miss you the most. I never get the courage to tell you how I really feel. You probably know already anyway. It's hard to be straight, when I'm still in love with you. I don't have the heart to have chicken-rice conversations when there are so many issues to talk about. I love you, very very much.
Paranoid Critical Method was originally invented by the eccentric Salvidor Dali. Well, eccentric is a euphemism, more accurately he was off his rocket. But for a crazy, he did come up with a ground-breaking insight.
I love your music taste, how sure you are of where you stand. Mostly I thinking of you when I listen to your songs. Ryan Adams, Bon Iver, Dave Matthews, I stand in the empire you belong to, massive and breath-taking. I'm jealous. I've always been jealous of you. I miss you, though I won't care to admit that in front of you.
Mostly, I did my thinking tonight. I was staring at that crane towering above. My mind slowly moving to space, with just the word 'beautiful' in my head. And then you came from behind me, and slipped your hand around my waist. Like how it's done in movies. Haha, it made me smile. I tell you about that time me and her were at the Esplanade. How she knew exactly what I was gonna say. I missed that. I miss her, or maybe what we had. My heart ached, and I almost teared.
I came home high. Still. I bathed. I saw my Dad reading on the floor, and touched his knee. 'Hey Dad.' I saw my sister sleeping and gave her and big fat kiss on the cheek to wake her up. At first she didn't know what was happening cause its been too long since I did that. So she went sleepily, 'What'd you do wrong?'.
I miss you the most. I never get the courage to tell you how I really feel. You probably know already anyway. It's hard to be straight, when I'm still in love with you. I don't have the heart to have chicken-rice conversations when there are so many issues to talk about. I love you, very very much.
comically indifferent @ 3:54 AM