| Spontaneous Nostalgia |
[Dec. 24th, 2004|10:07 pm] |
No way for me to trace back. What had happened won't happen again. So I gotta let it go. My columns, my love, my past life tales...
Get down, Jessica, put down those snapping lips, don't give a shit. Be strong, sweet baby.
My struggling life as a writer ended in peace. The hassel, the lack of words, the hypothetical situation, eventually drew a close, although not perfect still real. In a life time, what are you chasing? Love, huh? Fame? Or the simple understanding from a warm warm heart? So you are tired, I am too. No more games and enough downs.
I have been down so many times, and I heard them laughing. I always choose the hard way to prove certain things and I maintain true faith in myself as surely.
I love you when I drink, I love you all! But none of you is really there for me. Curse me if I am brutally honest. I am so scared that what I am looking for does not even exist. I cry no more, so I just hear the rhythm of my free heart. I know I do what I want to--I take the risks I couldn't afford.
Don't understand you, lady. Who are you, Amanda? You are sexy and wild, but you are shy and distant, you are falling--you like the fillip of the danger, the unbearable, the shiver... |
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