I wrote the love songs
so I could hear you sing them
now I just write songs
-hellosharon
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Sunday, October 21, 2007
what do you see?
night. lights. blue. red. green. pink. no, magenta.
aurora! alaska. northern lights. golden compass. philip pullman. dust.
in rainbows. radiohead. boundary-busting brilliance. faust arp. stuffed. stuffed. stuffed.
glowsticks. moshpit. klaxons. jealousy. nu rave. att.laan.tis! to interzooone.
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Listening to music gets the mind wandering.
Midnight reading escapades are punctuated by frequent zone-outs.
Like wandering from the wanderers.
Minutes before sleep.
That's when the stream of thoughts flow in endlessly, as if the mind refuses to let the body surrender to the sweet seduction of slumber.
But i forget.
When i wake up, they're all gone from my head like darkness from the morning sun.
Nothing beats the spontaneity of pen and paper.
Midnight reading escapades are punctuated by frequent zone-outs.
Like wandering from the wanderers.
Minutes before sleep.
That's when the stream of thoughts flow in endlessly, as if the mind refuses to let the body surrender to the sweet seduction of slumber.
But i forget.
When i wake up, they're all gone from my head like darkness from the morning sun.
Nothing beats the spontaneity of pen and paper.
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