Friday, March 27, 2009

sleeping with the arm on the forehead

When the choice is between the best of Heaven and the worse of Hell, it's no longer a question of what you'll choose. It's a matter of what will you do.

Grow up.
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The line

On the line between
Being a complete idiot
Or ending up
A composed person.

I've never been
Stuck in the middle
Sitting here like this
This long before.

It's frustrating when you can't see the ending.
And all you could do is stray in the emptiness that's building.
Secretly hoping
You'll be swept by a wave
Lifting you up and away to that
To that happily ever after

It's frustrating when you can't see the ending.
And all you could do is stray in the emptiness that's building.
Rightfully knowing
Beneath every little relationship
There's a love as deep as misery
And lies as real as truths can be

I'm
On that line again
Between here and there
Now and never

On that line again
For what seems like forever

I can't give up

I won't give up
I need to know that at least I've tried
And I'm trying

And as not every answer is a light shine
There's chance that all you get is the rain;
On this line where I stand

I hope to be prepared for both

-----
Azzidan, Nora

At times, your mind is made to juggle too many things in a time so short that all data will be lost.

And like in a computer crash, everything fails to function.

*Off for a nap. Yipes.*

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