User:	sunshower
	Date:	2009-11-08 01:26
	Subject:	500 days of summer
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weird how the movie made me remember waiting for autumn...


hmm...

	User:	funkstar
	Date:	2009-11-02 17:15
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i am almost tempted to take the subway and ride it through all the stops. and then back again.
almost.

	User:	funkstar
	Date:	2009-11-02 17:12
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dear diary, i woke up. i ate. i waited for a story to come out from the shadows. there was only silence.

	User:	erbana
	Date:	2009-10-31 04:23
	Subject:	melt my heart to stone.
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right under my feet there's air made of bricks
pulls me down, turns me weak for you.
I find myself repeating like a broken tune
and I'm forever excusing your intentions
and I give in to my pretendings
which forgive you each time
without me knowing,
they melt my heart to stone.

and I hear your words that I made up,
you say my name like there could be an us.
I best tidy up my head I'm the only one in love.
I'm the only one in love.

each and every time I turn around to leave
I feel my heart begin to burst and bleed.
so desperately I try to link it with my head
but instead I fall back to my knees.
as you tear your way right through me,
I forgive you once again
without me knowing,
you've burnt my heart to stone.

and I hear your words that I made up,
you say my name like there could be an us.
I best tidy up my head I'm the only one in love.
I'm the only one in love.

why do you steal my hand
whenever I'm standing my own ground.
you build me up, then leave me dead.

well I hear your words you made up,
so I say your name like there could be an us.
I best tidy up my head I'm the only one in love.
I'm the only one in love.


adele. melt my heart to stone.





ps. sorry i was away so long.

	User:	funkstar
	Date:	2009-10-27 20:03
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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.