(0108) my conviction

the reconciliation looked bleak once again, but i tried my best anyway. tried my best, but it wasn't good enough for you. maybe giving up will count for something someday.

it looks better when you can't see it, and it sounds the best when you can't hear it. and of all the people i know, i never thought it would be you. forgive and forget, but the end is coming soon. do anything you want. but it doesn't matter. it just doesn't matter. this is my conviction.

(0107) useless in your barren eyes

you fucked it up, and it's your fault. burn in hell, and everything will be better. drown in your pretense and leave me alone like you always have. "grow up" you say! but it's useless in your barren eyes, and one day you'll remember that moment, but it'll be too late.

you'll know soon enough. you'll know.

(0106) the difference between dreams and reality

it's the difference between dreams and reality. it's the difference between boys and girls. it's the quintessential embryonic metaphor that balances the pros and cons of each finite situation. it's for the brokenhearted and not for anyone else. it's not the kind of candy that strangers give out these days, and it's not the gourmet coffee that you buy nor the fine wine you drink with your dinner to make you feel more sophisticated.

no, this is much more important than make believe and show & tell. this is the essence of immortality mixed with an overactive imagination. so fuck everyone that looks at me weird when they're the ones who are just content to live the lie of happiness.

(0105) as long as i can still breathe

in the back seat, you were laying down. the weight of the world was on our shoulders. i wish i could go back, but impossible as it is to travel from one moment to another... or at least to travel within that moment known as time. what is really possible anyway? the end was inevitable, but who would have known it would have come about so quickly?

remember the sky back then? it was so colorful, and now it's just gone to shit... like most everything else. as long as i can still breathe i suppose. though it's hard when you don't really want to... but we all get a little full of ourselves every now and then.

what the real problem is is hard to say. the measuring needle is always off by at least a little bit. it comes as no surprise.

(0104) wait for the light to turn green

incision in the hearts of those who aren't interested in evolving. just wait for the light to turn green, and you'll be left behind. all of you.

my skin is falling off. the ground is ripe for a radical change, and my hair is still unorganized, but i like it that way. the moment you turned away was the moment i turned away. i can't wait around.

so when you drown in that ocean of sorrow, i'll be standing above the water with a smile on my face.

(0103) we were born lost

so beautiful, and all i can do is watch. and it makes me feel so empty. another example of why we were all born lost. not all of us can be saved. at least apparently not me.