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"we all want to die like movie stars you said
as you jumped from the height of our cutting room floor
while above us glowing, exploding,,
our dreams burst forth in light in death
hold me and tell me we'll burn like stars,
we'll burn as we fall
watch as city lights dance for us"


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Wednesday, July 30, 2008

alegria. ♥ 3:20 AM


alegria! alegria! From where I'm from, its what you say when you're in pain."

you've always told me to be happy. thats all it was for you. if i seemed happy everything would be alright. I said I am happy.. but maybe im not. under all the cracks in me,, my faults start to appear. not only appear they transform me in a way that im no longer myself. happiness has lost all meaning. its hard to look back and see that it did mean something to me. its only a visard of what you want to see. a picture with no meaning, no soul. "quidam" a nameless passer-by

you told me to hope. hope for what? what do you hope for if you know what is going to happen. hoping an extra for that thing to come along so that i will no longer be what i am. that extra hope that will pull me through to the next day. no. hope never does come. it withers away as things start to fall slowly, apart. quidam: one who cries out sings and dreams within us all.

varekai: i may have flown too close to the sun., but i have not drowned in the waters below me. teach me to fly again.


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