moon
written: 2.52 p.m. on Monday, 27 October, 2003

capitalising is yesterday's news. today i don't feel like doing it. obviously not right now. i got nothing to say. just wanted to type something. not thinking about this much, if any at all. sometimes it's more liberating to simply go by instincts and nothing else.

[she's waiting for the right kind of pilot to come] i'm waiting for the time to pass. [will you be my baby?] it's almost three and i've attended only three periods of lessons. it's getting monotonous, school. always complained about it, never really truly realised how true it is.

it's aimless. purposeless. drowning but drifting, floating. how i wish i could rhyme. how i wish i could sing. sweet music, beautiful words, moving pictures. i want them all.

all for myself, nobody else.

that is real evidence of selfishness.

**

sappy boring song. it's putting me to sleep. i'm falling asleep.

sometimes i think we need a little bit of excitement, or just a constant liberating dose. i view the world in sad black and white. i wish i could understand greyness.

i don't know what i wish, either.

skip to the song of boredom. dance to the music of mundaneness. and act the play of life on a stage visible to no audience.

sometimes it's better not to think at all.

before sunrise // before sunset

Previously:
- - Tuesday, Aug. 29, 2017
I'm moving. - Sunday, Jul. 11, 2010
In all honesty - Tuesday, Jul. 06, 2010
What I want for my birthday... - Sunday, Jul. 04, 2010
On Roger's behalf. - Friday, Jul. 02, 2010