Friday, July 08, 2005
Done with college day. I miss band already. For a while, it wasn't just sounds. I hear the colours calling out to me. The feeling of million images swirling past you as if time stopped. That's a lil too exaggerated but you get the drift.

I want to be a hippie for a day.

There's a whole list of things I want to one fine day and agreed to do one fine day before I turn 21. Maybe it's a lil too ridiculous to put it down or print out a checklist. Currently I really want to walk pass sprinklers and get knock down by a bus. There's also a second list of things to do till I fall asleep before 21. Why do people have to-do lists? Hmmm.

You don't need memories. You need a place to call your own.

I'm not flustered. I don't owe anyone anything unless you give me the cash. If you want that to rhyme, then okay, I'll pass you the stash. Okay, what I was trying to say is, nothing is really nothing. And I thought I have always been the paranoid.

Don't hide. I'll run away with you.

Some things I can't control. Some things I don't control. I'm just told. Maybe I couldn't quite hear. Starlight speeds across my skies but I'm running on the spot. I like it mismatched. Mismatched with a queer sense of matching.

We'll spend some time forever.

+mood+ good
+listening+ wheatus ~ a little respect