Journals
Friday,Jan 28 2005, 10:59:36 PMI wondered one day where do butterflies go...
I wondered one day
'where do butterflies
go when it rains?'
my friend suggested
'maybe they all die.'
I gasped and thought
how sad. So I started
thinking them as martyrs
dissolving themselves
into puddles of rain-paint
to color this grey landscape.
(quote frm big sista veronica claire)
Friday,Jan 28 2005, 10:55:37 PMLiving in a dream Pulling oneself in and......
Living in a dream
Pulling oneself in and out
Struggling in between
Self-delusion. Confusion.
Difficulty in self-differentiation
Swamped by doom and gloom
Without any apparent reason
Unclear sense of one's own boundaries
Dreaming beyond limits
Highly plastic
Impressionable mind
Fantastic imagination
Intense dream life
Easy access to the unconscious
Unclear sense of one's own identity
Discern
Saturday,Jan 15 2005, 12:13:31 AMPeople talking without speaking, People...
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share,
and no one dare disturb the Sound of Silence
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Monday,Jan 3 2005, 07:11:15 AMBaby, you've been going so crazy Lately,...
Baby, you've been going so crazy Lately, nothing seems to be going right Solo, why do you have to get so low You're so... You've been waiting in the sun too long But if you sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing For the love you bring won't mean a thing Unless you sing, sing, sing, sing Colder, crying on your shoulder Hold her, and tell her everythings gonna be fine Surely, you've been going to early Hurry, cause no one's gonna be stopped But if you sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing For the love you bring won't mean a thing Unless you sing, sing, sing, sing Baby, there's something going on today But I say nothing, nothing, nothing, Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing

