Yeah you, new boyfriend.
I don't know if I like you this much because of
a) the brain chemicals and stuff,
b)because you're so much better than my ex in all the ways that matter,
c) because you're honestly one of the sweetest, funniest, cutest, blahblahadjectivegushblah guys I've ever met and you make me feel all floaty and tingly and I smile like an idiot around you.
But whatever the reason - and I'm betting on the third - I'm so happy right now. So very very happy.
Also, thank god for whatever causes your delusion that I am rad and awesome and gorgeous. Because you're totally way cooler than I am.
As much as we talked about 'labels not mattering' and all that bullshit, it feels real good to be your girlfriend.
Okay, I need to stop now. I hate being all emotional like this. Also, this is embarressing.
Fingers crossed that you never read this. Or at least that I'm the one who'll show you... eventually.Just had to get this out there.
I hope you read this. I really hope you do. Please. I'm better with poetry, with simple emotions, than I am with words. Who knows? You may never read this. You may never respond. You may have done what you said, and completely cut me out. But I have to try. Please.
- Feeling: sad
- Current Music:"Little Lion Man" - Mumford & Sons
Deep within the city, hidden among
the high-rise buildings, the noise and the bright lights,
it waits, cold and soulless,
as clinking coins flow through bony fingers.
An angel of death, black wings fluttering soundlessly,
it floats upon the marbled edge of an uptown office building.
Whispering, watching, waiting,
feeding off the soulless decay,
waiting for those poor souls with nothing left.
It grins its skeletal grin,
from deep within the confines of a rotting shroud,
as another sack of once-living meat hits the pavement,
the soul flowing upwards like smoke from a cigarette,
twisting, gaining substance,
only to be swiftly snatched from the air
and thrust into a sack.
From somewhere far below,
the air tinged with a potent cocktail
of brimstone and regret,
a faint scream echoes through the cracks
in the pavement.
They gather and laugh, sadistically,
as they swing their burnished scythes…
Another successful harvest,
on another of these dark black hopeless nights.
Across the city, in a little custard yellow apartment building,
a woman stands framed in a plate-glass window,
as a single tear rolls down her cheek,
falling softly into her nearly empty wineglass.
A shadow passes near her window,
raven wings passing quickly over her face,
caressing her, tempting her,
and a cold gust of air kisses her spine.
She shudders, and pours herself another glass.
Not tonight, not tonight.
- Where:The room that never was
- Feeling: drained
- Current Music:"Black Wedding" - Meg and Dia
"Earth Girls Are Easy."
The hilarity and sheer 80s-ness of it all makes me laugh.
- Feeling: chipper
- Current Music:"Saturday Night Special" - the Runaways
I think that to a certain extent, we do have predestined fates. Not in a religious way, or controlled by any higher powers. But, I think peoples' lives are definitely influenced by circumstance.
For example, somebody born into a impoverished family in the third world is definitely less likely to have certain opportunities (like being able to have an advanced university education) than somebody born with a silver spoon to a rich, upper-class family in the first world.
At the same time, however, I think that our choices can definitely make our destinies. Choices, like to work hard or to take opportunities can definitely change lives. Meanwhile, choosing to do drugs or ignore responsibility can ruin lives and plans.
In the end choices can overrule circumstance, and, in that way, we control our own fates.
- Feeling: mellow
- Current Music:"The High Road" - Broken Bells