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Im Day. Im really... open. Optimistic. I write poetry alot, and I have a tendency to be moody. Life is like music. No, Life is music. Our foot steps create the rhythm, and the friends are the lead guitar, while family is bass, and the voice is everything. What we say and do can effect what people think about us. The feel good feelings, are just an imaginary border to be as if to smother up the pain, so soak it up, but the arms and rags arnt strong enough to hold it all, so sooner or later it all comes pouring out on your hard work. I believe something is perfect out there, no matter how much imperfection comes in. I used to be really confident. I dont know what happened though. Somehow it just, disappeared, poofed out of no where. Like a faerie tale. Exsept, it all hurts inside. Nothing like a book. They say those things take you places, they once had, but now, I dont know what I was thinking. So as you watch me so closely on this site, I have my face painted, and the fucked up moods, just... just dont let it bother you. |
