"The truth is that I don't think that I can carry anyone but myself right now. The streets are empty. I am empty, or, no - I am full of pain. Its my life that is empty."


- Nick and Norah's Infinite playlist -

It's an infinite playlist.

" I shouldn't want the song to end. I always think of each night as a song. Or each moment as a song. but now I'm seeing we don't live in a single song. We move from song to song, from lyric to lyric, from chord to chord. There is no lyric here. Its an infinite playlist. "

We heart it.

To her it was.

Sleepless nights,

and crumpled paper.

Meaningless thoughts,

and meaningful poems.

Unheard sobs,

and unseen tears.

Songs on repeat,

and deafening silence.

To them,

it was nothing.

Sometimes there's this feeling that you get

And like a cold shiver on a warm day

the feeling is ignored

shrugged away and bundled up

as more layers are added

then pushed deep within

into the complex folds of my mind

until being dragged up

into my subconcious once more.

Only the shadows for company.

She lay awake

the only alive soul for miles

or so it seemed

with music playing in her ears

and only the shadows for company.

Thoughts rolling around in her mind

like butterflies

fluttering around the cold grey space

until her mind was silent

and she began to dream once more.

I remember them.

I remember the nightmares.
The ones where I felt claustrophobic, where I could tell if one of the nightmares where coming on because of the brief moments of something that could have been fear, but a different type of fear than the usual fear. It was a greater and deeper rooted sense, almost a feeling of falling.
And even now I still get those moments.

That night.

To them that night meant nothing

to her, everything.

it was a night of crumpled paper

unheard sobs and unseen tears

left alone she cried

while the rest of the world slept.

She cried as she lay with the book in her arms

and she left the song on repeat

but even as the fan spun

the silence was deafening.

When?

Another week, another fight.

Over the same old things.

When will it end?

Something has to change.

The question is when will it.

(picture from Weheartit)