LAPOOR

i wish i had some musical talent : (  hfjkdhalfajs hf

whenever i have the urge to write a poem or a song, i just sit here for a while and begin to feel mute

fromsecondstory:

“It’s hard for me to think I am the only one. I am the only me. I sit and watch the world go by from my small window in my small flat in my small building. I am small. But so are you and him and everything else.  I am a scientist, this window is  my microscope. It makes me sad. I watch the people run, cry, laugh, sing, vomit, smile, breathe… but most of all I watch them live. But what are they living for. Sometimes I climb to the window and whisper to them. Run my fingers along the green wood, listen for something. I say to them, what are you doing ? What is it.

My mother could play the piano. She would sit in the chair by the oven and say to me, I’m going to Paris darling, I’m going to go someday. We are going places, you and me. Then she would stare at the floor and smile. It is normal to want to feel. It is abnormal to feel to much, but there is a point where you are not feeling at all.. I breathe very slowly. The world breathes very fast because it is tired of telling the same story.  I notice it from up here. Sometimes I wonder if I am watching  everyone, then who will bother watching me. This room will grow cold tonight and I’ll rub my knees with my blue fingers and the people outside will whisper to me What are you doing? What is it.   And  I will say to them, and my mother and myself…. I rather give the world away then  to wake up lonely.”

-anonymous

fromsecondstory:

yea so i guess this means were not even friends anymore

i can relate. this feeling is the stupidest ever.

to buy/save up for:

• tons of boards
• spray paint
• large canvas
• more paint?

mo i’ve been listening to your streampad all day. i’m on song 44. i need to get some of your music!