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Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Depressing Insights....

There's no time for us
There's no place for us
What is this thing that builds our dreams yet slips away from us

Who wants to live forever
Who wants to live forever?

There's no chance for us
It's all decided for us
This world has only one sweet moment set aside for us

Who wants to live forever
Who wants to live forever?

Who dares to love forever?
When love must die

But touch my tears with your lips
Touch my world with your fingertips

And we can have forever
And we can love forever
Forever is our today

Who wants to live forever
Who wants to live forever?

Forever is our today

Who waits forever anyway?

Thursday, April 06, 2006

Procedure

Just following the rules. Going by the book. Doing as you're told.

Where's the fun in that?

You know, I've never been one for doing things the way someone else or society tells you to do it. That only you yourself can decide how to live. How to react. How to be.

It amazes me how much of some people's lives are consumed by some sort of order. Due to someone else imposing rules on them.

And these rules dictate everything.

From whom they date. Whom they are friends with. What job they have. What clothes they wear. Probably even when they should sleep and how much.

Why can't we all just do what we feel? Just act on emotion. Instead of wandering around like fools, slaves to a book instead of what should be driving us.....

Almost sad.

But I guess that's how it goes. We as people have to follow the rules.

Rules that someone else made up.

I say, less of by the book. More fun. I bet people would enjoy life.

Instead of forgetting to live it.

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

Feel Like I'm Dreaming

I thought sleepwalking was something a person made up to explain away odd behavior. Turns out, it exists.

At least, that's how I have envisioned myself getting anything accomplished in the past few days. In my sleep.

Even since returning to the city, I haven't been able to have one peaceful night. The dreams have returned. So too has that overwhelming feeling of dread as I drift off to sleep.

It's like this place has a hold on me. Maybe it's some feeling of guilt. Perhaps because I'm not doing what I'm meant for. But then again, maybe I am and don't want it.

But you can't change destiny. Or fate. Or your purpose in life. Whatever you want to call it.

It was meant for you. Maybe as a punishment, but it's yours.

I just hope I can find some comfort in knowing that I haven't been running into any familiar faces. At least...

not yet.....