Tuesday, March 27, 2007
if you know me now - speaking the unspoken
I haven't the drive
I haven't the reason
I haven't the chance
If you know me now
Cease all your inner deliberation
I don't need no accusation
The picture is not yet clear
My head remains a blur
I'm not as assertive
I need your discernment
If you know me now
I haven't the reason
I haven't the chance
If you know me now
Cease all your inner deliberation
I don't need no accusation
The picture is not yet clear
My head remains a blur
I'm not as assertive
I need your discernment
If you know me now
Friday, March 23, 2007
shopping cures depression
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
amidst the noise i hear the crooning
I took a clip of the sunrise that morning.
It's like a quiet documentary.
Capturing the sight, sound and moment.
Quietly appreciating what's given.
One of the many things I love to do.
It's like a quiet documentary.
Capturing the sight, sound and moment.
Quietly appreciating what's given.
One of the many things I love to do.
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Sunday, March 11, 2007
i need my muse
I thought I wasn't one of those girls who were poor with directions - turns out I am. It's a whole different story when you're behind the wheel. Maybe I'm too used to accepting directions from the person sitting next to me. Haha. Anyways, driving with my mom has been the most enjoyable yet. Because she craps with her usual nonsense to me and makes me laugh while my dad was obviously uncomfortable sitting in the passenger seat. Lol. Whatever, will improve with time.
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Sunday, February 25, 2007
write me a different now
Are we meant to stay within our circle or are we supposed to break out of it?
I wonder.
If contentedness brings happiness, and happiness is what everybody yearns for, so we should just stick around and be glad that we're somewhere and not nowhere?
Why doesn't stories go the way we want them to?
I wonder.
If contentedness brings happiness, and happiness is what everybody yearns for, so we should just stick around and be glad that we're somewhere and not nowhere?
Why doesn't stories go the way we want them to?
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