Maya
Fortified with the gift of gibber, eats anything apart from liver. lives with 2 dogs and a stinky brother and a dad and a mother. and a cracked polystyrene man who just crumbles, yeah crumbles and burns. and she likes radiohead, a lot of metal, jazz, celtic music, a lot of people, 'Johnny The Homicidal Maniac' & 'Bear' & 'Skeleton Key' comics and her two shih tzus - Abby (Abigail) and Kusho. I WANT: Nothing

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Saturday, 9 February 2008

Reasons

everyone says i have reasons for everything. when it comes to relationships, results, my behaviour, i have reasons. a whole novel's-worth full of them. reasons to why i look bad, reasons for why i'm mean sometimes, why i hate so much sometimes and reasons why i love. but in the end, i can never really justify what i am.
but to make this more comprehensible, i have decided to list the reasons as to why i don't blog anymore.

a) it is quite a waste of time, considering nearly nobody reads it
b) possibly nobody reads it
c) i'd rather not publish my private inner-life stories on the net for sorry asses like myself to read and criticize
d) i don't think i have a real reason to blog
e) my life is un-blog-able about.
f) i like milk candies.

okay so point f wasn't really a point at all but still important.

like flight of the conchords. who are my idols. for some warped reason, yes.

i know that i have to take many risks in love, but i love it all the same. i wouldn't trade my love for anything in the world.

sometimes though, i have this overwhelming urge to oush everything aside and just run. even if my lungs felt like exploding, i'd just run. sometimes i feel like running so far to a place i'd possibly find solace, but then again. the only solace i find is in his arms.

do you feel the love?

SIA - REWRITE:

You don't know me
You can't hold me
I'll slip through your hands
I am one single grain of sand

You are free to love
Happily received
You are free to love
If that is all you need

I'm an empty space
I can't be replaced
So when you're finished
with this dream
Delete begin to rewrite me
You are free to love
Happily received
You are free to love
If that is all you need

You are free to love
Happily received
You are free to love
If that is all you need

You are free to love
Happily received
You are free to love
Delete and rewrite me

because oxygen is a drug
12:11