Sunday, December 16, 2007
Monday, December 10, 2007
don't turn your head back over your shoulder
I know where I am and where I'm going and I'm still lost.
Sunday, December 9, 2007
all by yourself
Music is enough to get me through the day, but it is not enough to save me.
It's a bandaid, a spare tire, meant for temporary relief. Not that it is a temporary pursuit, just that it fills the space temporarily (and not entirely) that is meant to be filled by something else. Something more. Something real.
It's a bandaid, a spare tire, meant for temporary relief. Not that it is a temporary pursuit, just that it fills the space temporarily (and not entirely) that is meant to be filled by something else. Something more. Something real.
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