Wednesday, March 20, 2013

I'm moving.

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Friday, March 15, 2013

Stop the Clocks

Every time that I'm with her. Time just flies by way too fast.

If I could just stop the clocks, stop time from moving so I could be with her a little bit longer...

Well not like a little bit longer would be enough anyway. It's never enough.

Right now in the silence of the night.

All I want to do is to see that cheeky smile and those bright eyes, to grasp those tiny hands and hold her close to me.

I'm not content to be just by myself anymore.

And that, in itself, is kind of a problem.

Sunday, March 10, 2013

Stranded

Swimming up a stream, suffocating in between
Wake up from a dream, still stuck in the middle

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I thought about why I always keep things inside, why I don't just say what I want to say, or just do what I want to do.

It's better that way. Then nobody else will be affected. Or be unhappy because of something I said or did.

Me liking someone. It's more like a burden than anything else for her.

And that's not fair.

Nobody should have to carry that burden.

Nobody.

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Bound with all the weight of all the words he tried to say
Chained to all the places that he never wished to stay
Bound with all the weight of all the words he tried to say
And as he faced the sun he cast no shadow



Friday, March 8, 2013

Stuck In The Middle

Sometimes I really wonder what the problem is with me ?

Basically, why can't I talk to the person I like when there are other people around.

Maybe things would be different if I wasn't like this.

All I need or want is actually just one person.

One person for me to care about and one person to care about me.

Just to love one person and to be loved in return.

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The other problem would be that I am just scared to do anything.

Like.. I dunno.

I just keep holding myself back.

I find myself reaching my hand out and then pulling it back.

Why.

Why am I so scared.

I dunno what I should do.

All options suck.

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Companionship is not the most addictive drug. I was wrong. I actually don't give a damn about companionship.

That would be the person you are with.

I am so addicted it's not even funny.

I need to get a grip on myself.

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'I want to run, but only far enough to make you miss me'







Tuesday, March 5, 2013

The Little Things

'The little things that make me so happy, all I want to do is live by the sea.'

I guess I'm feeling kind of lost.

And helpless.

And hopeless.

And not good enough.

And always in the shadow of someone else.

I don't usually mind that, until it comes to the person I care about most.

I hate never having the right things to say.

I hate it that I just can't help in any way.

I hate how I never know what to do in whatever situation.

Feels damn pathetic.



'What would you say if I said to you, It's not in what you say it's in what you do'