Just watched about more than half of “Miracle in Cell No. 7” and I had to hit the stop button on a pivotal moment because I couldn’t contain the emotions any longer and because my sister is watching it too and I don’t want to cry in her presence, it would be so embarrassing, so I’m just going to resume the movie later tonight in my room. I want to see it alone. Wew, what a morning.

shidanv: August. The month hinting the fall to come. Although the sun blazes like a furnace, the days grow shorter as it drops a little earlier each evening. A forerunner of splendid beauties. The end of midnight laughter and summer breeze.

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you can almost tell
the kind of person that I am
by the room that I sleep in —
dingy, even in the day
with the windows half-closed
and a dull brick wall for a vista
a four-poster in wrinkled sheets
sagging, creaking under my weight
drawers and shelves in total disarray
a shy, potted plant
slowly withering in the corner
a calendar stuck in the same month
ever since new year’s eve
dusty photographs, unopened books
a noisy clock ticking towards oblivion
monsters under the bed
skeletons in the closet
and a sign on the door that says
“do not enter”

Lost Stars

impulsivewoman:

Please don’t see just a boy caught up in dreams and fantasies
Please see me reaching out for someone I can’t see
Take my hand let’s see where we wake up tomorrow
Best laid plans sometimes are just a one night stand
I’d be damned Cupid’s demanding back his arrow
So let’s get drunk on our tears and…

———-

Who are we? Just a speck of dust within the galaxy?
Woe is me. if we’re not careful turns into reality
Don’t you dare let our best memories bring you sorrow
Yesterday I saw a lion kiss a deer
Turn the page maybe we’ll find a brand new ending
Where we’re dancing in our tears and…

———-

God, give us the reason youth is wasted on the young
It’s hunting season and this lamb is on the run
Searching for meaning
But are we all lost stars, trying to light up the dark?

I thought I saw you out there crying
I thought I heard you call my name
i thought I heard you out there crying
But are we all lost stars, trying to light up the dark
But are we all lost stars, trying to light up the dark…

I wage a constant battle with my self; worse, I have no idea if I’m winning or losing.