Thursday, July 06, 2006
Well, I guess we did it
A few weeks ago, I started to examinate this "thing" which is constantly referred as attraction, I've felt it several(a thrizzillion) of times in my life, but it has always left me to wonder, why do I feel so stranged and scared of the mere thought of feeling attracted to someone? what's the whole point of getting nervous and try to think ahead of what's to happen, the whole mind game of what ifs and what nots that come with the whole tribulations of one's mind in the moment you feel attracted to someone else.
So I decided to talk about it to L's and Lolosky, the first being the king of faggothyland and the other being the jester of booty camp, and thus the whole conversation went through and neither of us could peer into the real deal, the cause of the whole dillemma, a solution to the question of why. It left us in a blank state for sure, and kinda feeling dumb, cause we had talked the whole night as teenie girls speaking of postpubecents crushes.
So as L's pointed out: "... i guess it's not a matter of knowing as understanding, but more like, knowing as living it". He'd be a genious, if only he wasn't so emo.
Emo kids, you suck
Passion
Take grip
and search a way out,
dillusion of eyes
that catch themselves on,
clear your throat
suppres the fog
turn right or left
but try to escape
from this lurking web
Approach on a different
level and lie
but find your way
of comission and reason
to stop looking for the way
of a meaningful scent
Control the knees
nor fall between,
this ritual ghost
moves far too slow,
regain control
of your blabbering words
move on
and continue
No stop
just thrust your guts
and take out
the burning repression
that turned to agression
delay the from
of inevitable hold
Is it worth a new life filled of changes?
but fill the void with a filthy touch
that crack upon the devilish spots
and pollution of meaningless words
Can or can't I?
Strong pulse beats, drunk with
thoughtful hyperventilating resets,
to a state where nothing mattered
not even cared.
Grown stated naivete.
Take grip
and search a way out,
dillusion of eyes
that catch themselves on,
clear your throat
suppres the fog
turn right or left
but try to escape
from this lurking web
Approach on a different
level and lie
but find your way
of comission and reason
to stop looking for the way
of a meaningful scent
Control the knees
nor fall between,
this ritual ghost
moves far too slow,
regain control
of your blabbering words
move on
and continue
No stop
just thrust your guts
and take out
the burning repression
that turned to agression
delay the from
of inevitable hold
Is it worth a new life filled of changes?
but fill the void with a filthy touch
that crack upon the devilish spots
and pollution of meaningless words
Can or can't I?
Strong pulse beats, drunk with
thoughtful hyperventilating resets,
to a state where nothing mattered
not even cared.
Grown stated naivete.
