Song: Femme Fatale - Emilie Simon
Mood: Nonchalant

Shifting places,
need something new.
Familiar faces,
none of which are true. 

Classroom daze.
Murmurs all around.
Brain's a haze,
can't find your ground.

- written today, in commemoration of the first day of school. As you can probably tell, negativity is overpowering and overwhelming.

Insane, unfathomable rant coming up.

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Some feelings in my life, even though they seem real at that moment it happened, those feelings feel like a dream afterwards. I've learned to push those feelings deep into the corners of my otherwise dusty mind just because I know it will might never happen again, those feelings will never resurface again because those moments happen only ONCE in my entire lifetime.

I push everything away, I don't know if it's because I don't want to disappoint myself when my expectations aren't met, or it's because it's just better this way. The past should stay where it belongs, the past. No spilling over the pages of today and tomorrow... I don't know. I really don't.

I think you're part of my past now. Thank you for having been part of my life for that point in time. But I guess some people can't see the fact I've slipped away from what used to be and I'm not exactly interested to go through what I felt the last few hours of that point in my life. If you get my drift. Rage, envy and utter disappointment. But who would know right?

Who would.

Labels: dailies, poem

Song: Femme Fatale - Emilie Simon
Mood: Nonchalant

Shifting places,
need something new.
Familiar faces,
none of which are true. 

Classroom daze.
Murmurs all around.
Brain's a haze,
can't find your ground.

- written today, in commemoration of the first day of school. As you can probably tell, negativity is overpowering and overwhelming.

Insane, unfathomable rant coming up.

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Some feelings in my life, even though they seem real at that moment it happened, those feelings feel like a dream afterwards. I've learned to push those feelings deep into the corners of my otherwise dusty mind just because I know it will might never happen again, those feelings will never resurface again because those moments happen only ONCE in my entire lifetime.

I push everything away, I don't know if it's because I don't want to disappoint myself when my expectations aren't met, or it's because it's just better this way. The past should stay where it belongs, the past. No spilling over the pages of today and tomorrow... I don't know. I really don't.

I think you're part of my past now. Thank you for having been part of my life for that point in time. But I guess some people can't see the fact I've slipped away from what used to be and I'm not exactly interested to go through what I felt the last few hours of that point in my life. If you get my drift. Rage, envy and utter disappointment. But who would know right?

Who would.

Labels: dailies, poem