under construction (funkstar) wrote, @ 2009-10-27 20:03:00

setting down words in the electronic medium is a bit like indulging your sweet tooth with a low-fat, low-cal dessert item. not quite the real thing. the smell of paper. the scratch of the pen's nib against a firm yet supple surface. i miss it. but it seems that i do not miss it enough to commit myself to writing in a paper journal again.
wake up by the arcade fire almost breaks my heart.
but my heart does break easy.
heart of glass, heart of stone. a heart made for the bittersweet ache. that is what falling in love is like. knowing that you are losing control and simply not caring. i want the music to stream down the walls like a waterfall.
i want to stand up and move, the rhythm flowing through my blood like a virus...
will you burn? will i burn? i want to. i must. i would much rather burn out, a brilliant stab of light in the neverending dark.
why fade? no, cannot fade. must not.
yes, i want my heart to break for how else will i know i am alive.

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