bubbles burst, but i hope this one is impenetrable.

the words and sounds i hear make me wanna take them in all at once, sucking the life out of each and every one.

i feel like half my life is a dream.
and i'm scared of waking up

green light, red light? yellow light.

my brain says no, but my heart says go

what do i do, how do i know

a little bit of energy

green eyes makes me happy. because after hearing it, i know that there's at least one guy out there that feels that strongly towards a girl. it reminds me that not all is lost.

and it gives me hope that someday, someone might feel that way about me too

gabrel's quote.

"Why are you crying? You get to be here by yourself."

"and i believe this costume party is over, before it got started."

being sick is not so nice

im drinking warm apple juice

it tastes not so warm anymore.

but it still tastes okay.

hopefully it has healing powers.

short sweet summary

people might consider me boring because i'm quiet, but it's only because they can't read my mind nor see what i see
i can be pretty naive about what people consider important these days, but then again pretty wise about the irrelevant little things.
art, music, and writing make up life. pretty much.
the way lyrics combine with instruments is phenomenal. the feeling of being part of a song is something i wish i could hold on to forever. as for art, it makes me feel free and full. Whether it's sketching each and every fine line of an eldery woman's face from a magazine page, or stroking acrylic paint into flowers whilst sinking your eyes into that little cherry blossom tree that lies beyond,
the feeling of creating something beautiful is worth more than all the money in the world.
for me art is the closest you'll get to knowing something you've never known before all in one go
i hope to become a true artist someday.