Dormez vous?
everybody's going crazy. It's like I have to maintain my life. I can't even be gone for a week. This sucks. Happy new year!
All over the world tonight
It makes no sense. I love being in between places, e.g bus ride, car ride.. but i HATE flying. Deeply and Truly. I just sit and look out the window, looking for the shadow against the wing. and see if it changes.. because it plane must be balanced. or else..... but ok. This time I will relax. I have a crappy book with me. But, I'll rpobably buy a magazine. Although, I can't find the one I got a month ago. I only read half of it. gaaaah. Oke, well I'll see you in seven days, folks. Merry Christmas to all! And to all, a good night! And happy new year :) Even though, I'll be back til then! Oh well!
You're a class of your own
You know me. You should know me. That when I say two sugars, I actually mean three. When I need you, you should be there. When I say "I'm ok", you should know that I'm not. How am I supposed to be ok? It wouldn't be natural for me to be ok, not in my situation. Right now I need to feel needed. And feel important. And feel prioritized. But, I don't.
Expecting this to last
I can be alone, yeah
I can watch a sunset on my own
You're like Jordans on a Saturday
Sunday is getting closer. Laura is nervous. She is relying on her iPod not to die. It is crazy how a person can become so dependent on material things. Phones, iPods, computers. Makes you really think how things are changing. the world is chaning. It's pretty disturbing actually. Like, 1984. Great book btw. George Orwell is a great author. Gash, I'm just rambling. Bad sign. Nervosity. Gaaah
It wasn't funny anyway
I have lost my blog- mind. I never notice details anymore. What'ssss going on, Lau?
BLA BLA BLA
I trust the process of life
There is something bigger than me out there, bigger than all of us.
Soul meets body
The pleasure part, the aftershock,
the moment that it takes to fall apart
The time we have, the task at hand,
the love it takes to destroy a man
The ecstasy, the being free,
that big black cloud over you and me
And after that,
the upward fall and
were we angels after all?
I don't know
As the tv entertained itself
When you're inspired,
your heart sings in appreciation for every breath;
and you're tolerant, joyful and loving.
Getting out the door
Jag vet att jag borde blogga. Skriva av mig. Jag är bara omotiverad. Men jag tackar er som ändå går in på min blogg varje dag och kollar. Snart kommer det. Det är på gång..
And when I see you, I really see you upside down
I know it's going to hit me, like I'm driving in the wrong lane. Waiting for another car driving in the right direction.. until at last, bam. But at the same time, there aren't any other lanes. Just this one. The wrong one.
No one ever carried my load
It's crazy how someone can be cut of of your life, in just a day. I feel completely clueless. It's just hard to imagine a person stepping out of their comfort zone, in such a drastic way. Without much contact. Almost eliminating everyone in their life.. all at once? It's probably nothing that I could imagine myself doing. But who knows what my life will look like? I cannot judge, and I will not either. I just feel a bit.. dumb? I am usually quite good at keeping track of people, but now.. I have proved myself wrong. It's ok though, because the only thing I have to keep track of is myself. The thing is, we are all alone. Alone in the world. To fight for ourselves. It's just the timing of this independance that varies.
I've always been known to cross lines
I'm struggling. Lately, I've trying to picture how different things would be. If the decision had been made differently, even though it was not my decision to make. I would be the same person, more or less. But, how can you know for sure? If only the ghost of christmas past.. or present or whatever would show me. Just for a night. Then, maybe, I could be content. But not until I have the answer will I be satisfied.
Stop this train
I know my expectations are high. But, that's all they have ever been. I have six letters roaming around in my head. two words consisting of three letters each. and then, another word to link these two together, this word also consisting of six letters. Oh, how this is complicated. Complicated, the perfect word to describe my dilemma. Complicated, eleven letters- damn.
Can you spare some conversation?
What a day, a day filled with anguish. Was it worth it? I wouldn't think so. But, atleast I made an impression.
Cross my heart and hope to die
You haven't even noticed me
but, oh, you are so good to me
Sunday Morning
I took my glasses out of the case and put them on. an hour later I realized I wasn't wearing them anymore. I looked everywhere, and where did I find them? - Back in the case. Is the Sloppy Joe part of me disappearing? Or am I perhaps growing up? It was probably just luck, but why not think positive..?
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
I like to be in between. I like it when it's dark and time stands still. And it's warm. When everything is pleasant. Not necessarily perfect. But, pleasant. The 20 minute bus ride or the 9 hour long plain ride. It doesn't really matter. As long as I don't have to stress. And I can just be in between. I don't know if this makes sense. But, I don't really care.
