Ashes
01/12/2006 06:27 a.m.
I guess I had an okay day to be a little reflective of my own thoughts. I guess Weezer doesn't really help to lighten the funk I'm in. Lately I dream of my only dreams, and given all my ideals of romance and hopes of finding love for hopes. I hope to be remembered for something grand, but I do not sacrifice my life to be a voice in the darkness so that light can shine. I don't want to be a Hemmingway or a Kurt Cobain cause I would hardly compare my pain to theres.

Yet would they truly understand the darkness that lingers in every trace of blood that bleeds true and home? All I have is the desire to find a happiness that is sadly not in here in this world. I ran to love but found only spit in the eyes, and it stings not of pride. The acid and the daggers burn my irises. And your saying death has nothing to hold, but I'm not asking for a friendly shotgun or a knife. All I ask is nothing and everything. Something nobody can give me in this life. Not faith not a living soul.

All I can give is my contempt and the alcohol that dwindles through my essence. No redemption or happy ending just a story to tell. So I write and dine and think about ashes of memories that burn so vividly to share.
I am currently Brooding
I am listening to Perfect Situation - Weezer