Travellator
Ah... haven't written anything lately in forever.
Trying to re-learn it all over again.
Beautiful day outside. Wish I could just drop it all at once and step outside, barefoot, hair pinned up in a haphazard manner. Alas.
The afternoon sunlight looks so gold filtered through the window and falls across my desk. Makes me remember about this picture my brother took and showed me this morning about the sun peeking out from behind branches of tree. The thing is, it came out looking as if it was a picture of a moon, instead of a sun. Love it. The accidental great things are the best.
Gotta run again now. For now I'll end the post today with this song that fits this mood created by the lazy afternoon sun.
The XX - VCR
P.S: Slow down, Life. I'm not going anywhere. Walking after you here.
Trying to re-learn it all over again.
Beautiful day outside. Wish I could just drop it all at once and step outside, barefoot, hair pinned up in a haphazard manner. Alas.
The afternoon sunlight looks so gold filtered through the window and falls across my desk. Makes me remember about this picture my brother took and showed me this morning about the sun peeking out from behind branches of tree. The thing is, it came out looking as if it was a picture of a moon, instead of a sun. Love it. The accidental great things are the best.
Gotta run again now. For now I'll end the post today with this song that fits this mood created by the lazy afternoon sun.
The XX - VCR
P.S: Slow down, Life. I'm not going anywhere. Walking after you here.
|Wednesday, August 19, 2009|06:18 pm|Ferrum|
cardiac-therapy of words
Back-aching; joint-bursting,
Wet eyes reflecting concrete and chrome
The warm gentle touches of professional strangers
calm, collected, and distant
Heart's bleeding steadily all over the floor
My body fills up my mind with liquid dreams
the kind that left you jerking awake, bloodshot eyes, and aching-tounged
made you put your soul in cryostasis chamber
My hands have been breaking for days,
my heart has been shaking for days,
These are the new high-maintenance trends I've collected for souvenirs.
Not in the habit of explaining myself,
now it's a baby's first step all over again.
I'm your accidental ambidextrian
Trade circumstances sympathies with a no-subject one-liner any other day
Wet eyes reflecting concrete and chrome
The warm gentle touches of professional strangers
calm, collected, and distant
Heart's bleeding steadily all over the floor
My body fills up my mind with liquid dreams
the kind that left you jerking awake, bloodshot eyes, and aching-tounged
made you put your soul in cryostasis chamber
My hands have been breaking for days,
my heart has been shaking for days,
These are the new high-maintenance trends I've collected for souvenirs.
Not in the habit of explaining myself,
now it's a baby's first step all over again.
I'm your accidental ambidextrian
Trade circumstances sympathies with a no-subject one-liner any other day
|Tuesday, October 21, 2008|08:21 pm|Ferrum|
Cheer up, cherub. Why is your halo burning out?
The joy of a maybe, of all those million maybes, of a world too big for fate to contain it. For the wild card that's already "in sight"/"inside", the way even a string of heartbreaks makes a necklace, makes a life, makes a subway map.
...you underestimate the condition of my heart...
|Wednesday, January 30, 2008|11:07 am|Ferrum|
Free Burma
|Thursday, October 04, 2007|03:10 am|Ferrum|
Let Me Count The Ways In Which I (...) You
This incurable habit of faith
Leaves nothing to be desire
Or maybe when all's done and said
You'd took it upon yourself as my soul purveyor
Not an indiscriminate feeling to spare
Not to taste, kiss, tear, or leave myself bare
Is it the time, consciousness, or failure?
That of everything of mine you've convinced yourself must gather...?
a slip of sigh, a sliver of startled smile
Deniable in the most perfect way
I feel it's time we come to an understanding
I'll pretend I never see those vowels you're consciously mouthing
Never one for counting the amount of your eyelashes
Or how they fall soflty, gentle on your curved cheeks like verses
Your unmoved stare versus my suicidal persuasion
We bound ourselves, bleeding off in this car crash attraction
Leaves nothing to be desire
Or maybe when all's done and said
You'd took it upon yourself as my soul purveyor
Not an indiscriminate feeling to spare
Not to taste, kiss, tear, or leave myself bare
Is it the time, consciousness, or failure?
That of everything of mine you've convinced yourself must gather...?
a slip of sigh, a sliver of startled smile
Deniable in the most perfect way
I feel it's time we come to an understanding
I'll pretend I never see those vowels you're consciously mouthing
Never one for counting the amount of your eyelashes
Or how they fall soflty, gentle on your curved cheeks like verses
Your unmoved stare versus my suicidal persuasion
We bound ourselves, bleeding off in this car crash attraction
|Monday, September 03, 2007|11:34 pm|Ferrum|