the safest thing to do
Jan. 6th, 2003 12:31 amI'm listening to music from this summer, things like Pearl Jam's "State of Love & Trust" and this Ice Cube song from the Blade II soundtrack, and I feel this utterly visceral, powerful longing to be standing on that fragile balcony again, smoking harsh cigarettes by the box. Even with the miserable sense of loss, all the fucked up things, all the madness, Christ I wish I was there right now. Away from this, away, just away. Some days I want to crawl out of my skin for no reason, and here it is right now.
I want to take the car and drive, scream. I want to scream, period.
Pomoc. Prosim vas, pomoc
Turn up the Oakenfold and think about being somewhere else. That's all I can do right now. Listen to things that have no connection to your life. Build another one.
Welcome to Hell, Morpheus.
Thanks Lucifer. Can I have the key, maybe stay awhile?
I want to take the car and drive, scream. I want to scream, period.
Pomoc. Prosim vas, pomoc
Turn up the Oakenfold and think about being somewhere else. That's all I can do right now. Listen to things that have no connection to your life. Build another one.
Welcome to Hell, Morpheus.
Thanks Lucifer. Can I have the key, maybe stay awhile?