| 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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| From: (Anonymous) | Date: February 9th, 2005 - 04:55 am | | | | (Link) | Daring Queen |
You are too beautiful to be a writer. You will always be looking for some demons to balance your beauty--life is a logical form which you refuse to live in. You more enjoy the bad mixed with the good, the victim of its own. You cry meanwhile you feel high.
You are daring, more like a queen playing her own game, but sometimes you get yourself too deep in your own setup...
Josh
| From: (Anonymous) | Date: March 27th, 2006 - 12:30 pm | | | | (Link) | Nice |
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