when you're always on this line.

if only i could press rewind
or erase all these past...
put a hand up to claim my crimes.
where do i go from the now?

i hate waking up alone.
thank goodness for cigs.
and coffee.

wake up alone.

phew. 4 more weeks. and i have finished one essay (: 3 more annoying ones to go and then i can start packing and leave on a jetplane. today life seems busy and everything seems to fly pass. over my head, before i can fully grasp the situation. phantom of the opera on a saturday night. car-purchases on monday afternoon. this week seems more hectic than usual. people transiting and paying adelaide a little visit. so we can have dinners and desserts and drinks together, but nothing has actually changed. we play catch up but really, deep down we have remained the same, truly. soon we'll be found, so perhaps, we should try to stop looking. the dust will settle eventually. don't fear tomorrow today.

paint the silence.

How can you say your life is empty
So late in the day
Why would you stay another second
Now your sight got in the way
A combination
Of love and aggression
Another second lived
Don't paint the silence black now save me
Don't leave it a day
You got a right to stand or die so maybe
You take chances all the same
Pain comes in stages
If we dont make it
Nothing changes
Now the violence sleeps inside
Abandon feeling for just a piece of mind
It's the reason why your teething side frustrates me.

well...fuck me.
then.