sometimes you can feel where others' lives will lead. especially when they will wander away from yours.

close your eyes, explore each direction...and the one that causes the most twisting of the soul will most likely be the true one. call it a hunch, call it intuition, call it the future, call it the past.

and it may be petty, but we're only human. it's okay for others to be happy--we just want to be happy first. simple.

everyone's perfect until you get to know them too, and there's no state quite as perfect as infatuation :) there you deal only with the shiny exterior, glossing over any nicks or faults. dig a little deeper and the delicate shell cracks and crumbles. you see the darkness, the pitfalls, the little imperfections--will you accept them or turn away? it's how you deal with the aftermath that matters.

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"Drought" -Vienna Teng
(still on a vienna kick)

summer move forward and stitch me the fabric of fall
wrap life in the brilliance of death to humble us all
how sweet is the day?
i'm craving a darkness
as i sit tucked away with my back to the wall

and the taste of dried-up hopes in my mouth
and the landscape of merry and desperate drought
how much longer, dear angels?
let winterlight come
and spread your white sheets over my empty house

summer move forward and leave your heat anchored in dust
forgotten him, cheated him, painted illusions of lust
now language escape, fugitive of forgiveness
leaving as trace only circles of rust

and the taste of dried-up hopes in my mouth
and the landscape of merry and desperate drought
how much longer, dear angels?
come break me with ice
let the water of calm trickle over my doubts

come let me drown
angels, no fire, no salt on the plow
carry me down
bury me down

and the taste of dried-up hopes in my mouth
and the landscape of merry and desperate drought
once i knew myself
and with knowing came love
i would know love again if i had faith enough
too far is next spring and her jubilant shout
so angels, inside
is the only way out