There may be something missing in your life When you realize things minor are insatiable It could be that a hole's in your lungs That breathing is no more cinchable Both or otherwise, Your heart's an empty hallway Love; the supposed linchpin's drifted away. Don't ask me what's it all about but it just felt right for that nanosecond to type that in. I've been updating on a few of Frost's works. He's basically all about taking the complications and simplifying them into words that tug the heart-strings and never fails to leave me thinking. Could I maybe someday write anything even an inch close to his works? Could my interpretation of the world or even something as simple as "Everyday" be as dramatic and sensible simultaneously as his? Take that one up there for instance. I'd deface his works. ): Heck, I'd even deface Julie's works. )):
I haven't been utterly euphoric to my saturation point of late. Except that morning when I woke up to find out I've lost 2kg in a week but that was minimal. Even the shopping didn't set my happymeter on fire. I've even tried to write a couple of songs but they just don't work out. It puts me off when that happens. GAH. I'm just so BLAHed that I could stone for a day straight. It doesn't help that the 14th is so close and I'm on the edge of my chair, waiting to fall off.
