I just found this blog entry from Myspace that I wrote when I was sixteen. Spppookkkyy.
"I'm breathing your air and it's intoxicating me, filling me, burying me into a charcoal sea. Drown my in your sea. Today is the day when I run away to the deep blue above. I'll bend and I'll break and you'll smile and you'll take and it'll never be close to enough. Because I'm brittle and small and you've seen it all. All too soon, all too often. I can't help but wonder away in a circling current of smoke, illusion, panic. Calm me down. Make me beautiful. Make me anything.. anything.. anything. I'll be anything but yours."
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In a life where we are constantly bombarded with diet plans and energy drinks, uppers and downers, meaningless work and even more meaningless promises, we are bound to find one inconsequential way or another to “waste time.” But like Thoreau said, “we cannot kill time without injuring eternity.” There is a euphoria that shines in every one of us when we feel productive, honest, and loved. This is written to attest the magnitude of love and the beauty that comes from simple observation.
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