crush

latest obsession <333

the dim imagery of a dream

Melodies of summer love, a wake up, the break up and all that's in between

we're standing on opposite sides waiting for the curtain call

half in. half out in this requiem for a dream

Dancing around the complexities of a chosen path, we watch it fall

the world fades away, this is our centre stage

but dim the light so low, there's nowhere left to turn and we've missed our call

Broken mixed with passion and once our lover's tryst

all alone where one stands better than the other

mourn the memories later and everything we missed.

your heart is an empty room

By Death Cab For Cutie

Burn it down till the embers smoke on the ground
And start new when your heart is an empty room
With walls of the deepest blue

Home's face: how it ages when you're away
Spring blooms and you find the love that's true
But you don't know what now to do
Cause the chase is all you know
And she stopped running months ago

And all you see is where else you could be when you're at home
Out on the street
Are so many possibilities to not be alone

The flames and smoke climbed out of every window
And disappeared with everything that you held dear
And you shed not a single tear for the things that you didn't need'
Cause you knew you were finally free'


And all you see is where else you could be when you're at home
There on the street are so many possibilities to not be alone

a sad moment after a sad minute

white nails again. not eating a whole lot. creativity kicking in.

in.

out.

take me over.

I was walking fast last night

anger.sadness.disbelief.hurt - results from a complicated situation.

makes you walk fast i've discovered.

like if i walk fast enough, i can outwalk my feelings.

makes me paint my nails white, not eat alot and focus on creating.

So it seems i'm finally getting sentimental.
i've been told i'm oddly not. ever.


but here i am. a blog for my thoughts.
the mind is a curious thing.



love.hate.fastforward.rewind.feel.live.die.crush.paint.explore.deviate.emancipate.



so let's see what comes about from the erratic complex noise i call my brain.
♥ melissa