Really all we have in the end are the images, the sounds...
It's the beauty of moments and the escapism...from a world dragged down by the rules we sign up for like obligatory workshops on 'how to be a good person,' and then we wait three hours for a teacher who never shows. I wish I could be on the page, because then maybe I could make sense--my entire self, tattooed in ink onto the blind flesh of paper. It could be read, and then burned, because there is no permanency. There is no permanency of being.
i wear whatever i think looks cool. i make a lot of my clothes. i like photography, writing, quotes(!), and music.
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before i die i want to take a shower in the rain. i want to randomly bump into an elephant on the street. i want to find that thing that makes me tick.
Really all we have in the end are the images, the sounds...
ReplyDeleteIt's the beauty of moments and the escapism...from a world dragged down by the rules we sign up for like obligatory workshops on 'how to be a good person,' and then we wait three hours for a teacher who never shows. I wish I could be on the page, because then maybe I could make sense--my entire self, tattooed in ink onto the blind flesh of paper. It could be read, and then burned, because there is no permanency. There is no permanency of being.