So I think life is strange. It takes you on these weird rides, and then dumps you off. In a place where you can't even begin to find your way.
Like, for instance, why at some moments, everything is hunky-dorry. And the next I can't even start to unscramble my brain, to think rationally. At moments I wish we came with a manual. Then you could just flip threw it and solve everything, right?
Well maybe not. But I guess time will tell, on everything.
Wednesday, June 30, 2004
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2:14 PM
Vermillion
Vermillion,
bleeds into my soul,
like a strange,
uphoric dream.
Heat pulses up through my feet.
And at last,
I know i'm free.
Vermillion,
bleeds into my soul,
like a strange,
uphoric dream.
Heat pulses up through my feet.
And at last,
I know i'm free.
Monday, June 28, 2004
ten years gone
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3:47 PM
Lost Tears
Torn in two,
My heart is breaking,
tears are flowing,
my mind is aching.
Falling into the mists,
drifting in the forest,
without a path,
without direction.
In sorrow,
my soul wallows,
without felling,
with numbness.
There is no love,
but only pain.
For you, I miss,
for you, I cry.
For me,
I hide,
without a thought,
I’m lost
Gypsy soul
In a world of grace and beauty,
We drift into the night.
Our sole as gypsies be,
for we drift endlessly.
I seem to be that soul,
the nomad.
As travelers go.
We seem to be ancient.
On an endless path,
with Irish eyes we see,
that’s Gypsy are the key.
The start
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3:38 PM
So I once lived this crazy life, and then, I had a baby. And now I live this existence I never thought I would. All domestic, and natural. But at 16, I lived on the streets, and by 17 was heavily hooked on meth amphetamine. So who would of thought that at 25 I would be a wife and a mother. Not I. But life changes in funny ways. And now I live, in a rural setting. In the middle of nowhere Idaho. Strange. I always thought I would end up following rock bands.
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