mascarade

tears webbed over shadow and flakes of stars eyes shut closed in the dark

—afraid of the hollow eyes of the midevil mask the clouds drape in the sky the typewriter types a sad sad song old boxes and treasures in the antique mall collect dust as unfeeling hallow eyes scan over forgotten gold the typewriter types the starry starry night the painter paints the starry starry night oh mascarade.. oh mascarade life is just a mascarade

—with a poker face as your shield and hope of the stars as gaurdians

the typewriter types the sad sad song the painter sighs beneath his mask

Monday, November 1, 2010


life-- a strange thing.
what is it? i wonder... dreams.. strange things.. strange visions... and strange wishes.
i sometimes wonder what will happen.. what will happen to me. what will i do. will i change the world. will i save a life.. will i do all the things i have dreamed of?
i don't really want to know.. but i do wonder.

i wonder why all of these things happen. sadness.. death.. depression, abuse.. hurt.. all of these things.. to teach us lessons, to shape us and prune us into what we will become.. but then sometimes people don't learn from their mistakes.. well really almost always..
i want to learn from my mistakes.. will i?
i want to learn. i want to be ambitious.. and driven.. but sometimes i just feel overwhelmed. does being overwhelmed mean your not smart? i don't know.. but i don't really have to.. i just have to keep going.
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