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You don’t need to win anyone’s heart, you just need to ask for it.
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i dont want a really excellent roommate
i want love
i want harmony
i want peace
i want family
i want silence
i want sex
i want success
i want knowledge
i want god
i want laughter
i want happiness
i want meaning
i want colour
chocking inside this body
maybe i’m only as good as a friend
as good as a friend is all i’ll be
she’s scared to lose a friend
doesn’t she know?
i’m the crappiest friend anyone can ever have!
yet i’m always only as good as a friend…
vance ate my new year gold fishes alive
with two glass of water he says
cause that’s what they do in new Zealand
they eat live gold fishes with two shots of Taquilla
my gold fishes
i dont belong in this world
i dont wanna be just as good as a friend
i dont want my gold fishes being eaten alive
i dont want to feel [maybe] loved
there’s something i’ve forgotten here [in life]
and i if find million more things instead
all the while not finding that one thing
i’ve lived in vain
like a child waking at every rising
waiting for a thing unknown to happen
while it never happens
i’m waiting
rediscovering my life
i suppose
is where i have to start
my devotion is handicapped by laziness! ??
or has it been bounded by all the things past
or is it just in my own way
I don’t even know

struggle of les couleur
i never used to dream
i dont know what is happening
something is going on
there was a revolution
and i was part of it
a lot of people died
and in the middle
i followed pleasure instead
until i realized i need to get out
when i find an end
i woke up
she was here
on my bed
in my arms
people just on the other side of curtain
and i was amazed
she didnt care at all
i was the only person she saw
then she wasnt here
and i was looking for her
and i traveled across Indian ocean
just to get to her
she didn’t know where she was
she’s not good in giving directions
and i couldn’t get the phone working
something happened today
i haven’t quite figured out
love is not a fly-trap— it shouldn’t be a devouring and a painful affair,
love is free
and it wasn’t for her
maybe in time
time is by far the most powerful force i’ve witnessed
time can turn black into white
love into hate
hate into love
time will change me
time will make me whole
time will make us free
we can all be free
maybe
there was a glass house
surrounded by green
maybe in a forest
thunderstorm
the kind that would carry you away
away to a different planet
there was a she
and it wasn’t she
or maybe it was she but in a different form
not sure if i was freaked out by the storm or the she
broken branch of trees , crushed rocks , weird stuff kept hitting the glass
cracks everywhere
and we just held each other
waiting for the inevitable
we were not scared
we just held each other

i still think it is.


