Thursday, April 29, 2010

"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 -

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

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.

Sunday, April 11, 2010

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.

Saturday, April 10, 2010

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.

Friday, April 9, 2010

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.

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

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.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

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.

Sunday, April 4, 2010


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)