this is my last entry here. i don't know why i'm changing livejournals, but i see it as a "moving on" period. adiaphane is filled with the listless things i always did. i used to think it made me interesting but it got less and less like that. so i'm going to auparadis to do the same thing over, but with a new...i don't know.
Awww. I wanna go to college. I want to suffer through the misery of financial aid, and other shit. I wanna, I wanna, I wanna!
Sometimes it's better to keep away even though you're hurting because if you get any closer you're going to be hurt anymore. Sometimes that hurt is irreversible, and it never goes away. Some people are willing to risk that. Some things just hold enough impact that a person can die happily through suffering.
I'm not quite sure yet if I've always been one of those people... but.
what is subdued in green, blue and flaming golden yellows cries for that which is subdued in me, to rouse and reach to feel the garden of your face?
what, between your mouth of pearl lined around the powder pink tiers in bronze, sings such a melody that no one near can comprehend, but for which I am enthralled?
what, in the depths of your palms, makes mine own seem magnetized;drawn to hold you and wring your fingers 'till all warmth is mine, and mine yours?
So I said, "Screw it, why not let the world enjoy my life and its many thralls?"
I'm tired, but I did buy some Vanilla Soy for comfort, and some Chocolate Chocolate Chip Ice Cream. I also found an old collection of poetry which I think I'll read after I finish Death In Venice tonight.
I'm having trouble finishing this poem. With or without his inspiration.
if ever came the time to pick the bud love What time better than now while you sit? in both foreign and common seek land have found Only but by other lucky lovers
But Love, in you, found? with doubt you find Love for me within your own then perhaps I cannot Love without there, need of the reciprocal touch
What burns and seethes seems likely pain A verily agonizing longing which with fault i mistake for Love profound; unseen -and i am wrong
two hands clasped is what foreign-common seek two feet Twined; InSeperable; Stuck and pairs upon pairs quiet lined along the beach it is not Love but found when Eyes understand
i merely want but to watch you walk,gaze at your feet touching the leaf-covered ground spreading your roots until the moment when your blue-petal eyes meet mine and bloom hello
It seems both Bjay and Huyen are... "unsure"... of their standings on the Strokes concert. Mother was already a bit miffed that I'd spent $153 and noone has paid her back yet, and now that neither might even go, I'm in even deeper of a rut on how a) to get rid of it and b) to get my mother's money back in the process.
I could sell it, yes, but it's not likely that I'd even find the person there.
auparadis to do the same thing over, but with a new...i don't know.