slow rush

11.04.01back& forth
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alkaline trio is great. do yourself a favor and download "private eye" and "mr. chainshaw." you'll thank me in your old age. someone asked me to define the age of "old." i think feeling old is just that - a self created surge of charged emotion: just a feeling. anyways.

-NOW. the right place at the right time
this weekend has been pretty calm in comparison to the past few weeks. i've been procrastinating my english essay (gasp! yes, i know) and me ap us reading (my favorite class, nonetheless). and you know what, i've been enjoying every damn minute of this. -LIFE. hello what the hell am i doing here
ive been downloading nonsense, breathing surreality, eating the intangible, living a dream. with friends, family, dancing, swimming. why is it that when one part of your life starts to go okay, another part falls to pieces?

-DOCUMENTS. exhale: another wasted breath... again i go unnoticed {dashbc}.


slow rush

peers into her mirror
doesnt see what everyone else sees
a porcelain shell of perfectly pressed powder
just a blurred image
harnessing thoughtless provocations
another side glace
examines every freckle
tears her blonde, acre hair
it doesnt flip over her shoulder as
usual

spinning into a mindless oblivion
she grasps the cold counter shakily
it used to be so simple
dwells aimlessly in possibility
on the way it used to be
drifting towards an incomprehensible intensity
rushing through, trying to beat the curves
everything is quickly encapsulated in her mind
five more years are gone
how much longer until�

awkward dispositions disappear;
tightly crossed fingers and
hopeful, eager faces melt into
one
crowded room
they buzz. and parade.
she is still there
holding on to the table as if it was the past
energetic individuals rush to brag.
smug.
their implications taunt the wanderers�
closure never seemed so near.


life is moving at a fast pace. am i running fast enough? xox


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