i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

i find myself suffering from a strong case of the blues...

whether it be from leaving, or from sweet memories turned sour im not quite sure.

but everyday i look forward to when i leave..and when i sleep that night i think about what im going to do next when i come home.

i never used to feel this way,

maybe its a case of severe senioritis..

or maybe its just my tolerance has reached its maximum case.

whatever it may be, 

it really does suck.

but then again, the pleasant home gets marred by events,

and i dont know where i can go. 

dontknow...

feels a bit lonely at times,

people can be so contrary..

dont have to...

if i could escape into that world

between reality and illusion.

that sweet place.

where everything always happens the right way. 

and background music plays to every scene.

what can i do..

what can i say?

one wave subsides and another one rises...

and there's a strange sort of anger that wells up from deep within...

mixed with a strange sort of sadness...

that things have to be this way.

and i want to run..and run..back to where everything started. 

where everything was simple...

and angels sang

and teardrops were nothing more than a scrape from a fall.