methrowrock: (DBSK!)
我捕捉精采的畫面 可是一閉上眼顏色就褪掉了
我穿上最舒適的T-shirt 可是一脫下來身體都僵硬了
我選擇我最想要的 可是一個人呢 反而笑開了
我丟棄對我最好的 可是一關上燈 全部都回來了

直到有一天 我徹底昏睡了 
我太累了 我放開了
直到有一天 我失去了 
太矛盾了/太狼狽了 
眼淚掉下來了

hallam foe dandelion blow )

       
methrowrock: (My Neighbour Totoro)


It may be a foolish act to switch off all the lights at 9pm the day before a Chemistry SPA Practical, draw the curtains to the neon starless night, settle comfortably in front of the laptop and spend 96 minutes drinking in and craving for the lives that you would never get to lead, but Once is an exception. Simple, exquisite, poignant, and woven seamlessly throughout are the most beautiful songs I have heard in quite some time. It is the abrupt twists in the road, the halfhidden ivy-dressed cellar doors, the fleeting kindred spirit in flowery gumboots, that make life worth living, ain't it? Amidst this dreary droning routine that we plod out everyday, it is hard to remember and easy to forget. But, we'll have to try. We can't help but try. There would be nothing much left otherwise.

So what is there left that hasn't been thought through and verbalised already? Plenty, but I'm not about to start. Who would bother to listen anyway? It is much more uncomplicated and much less tiring to just observe and listen. The past week has been heavy. Time to sleep.

three days

Apr. 12th, 2009 08:04 pm
methrowrock: (Flying rainbow)
I need to stop wasting time.


'Oh... I used to do magic. Not any more, though.' )

you, talktometalktome. heart like a parched tulip, where did the rain in spain go. wither away on the inside, as brown veins bow&bend and drip-tips dangle in despair. muz stop playing prolific.
methrowrock: (Air Balloon)
Yea, well, school. :/

For everything else, )

That aside, it is pretty clear I am losing my grip on life&reality&grades&priorities. 知らなくて、知りたくない。 もう限界だ。 Good night.
methrowrock: (Sunflower)
It has been a weirdfunny week, and the worst part is that it is still not over. One more day to Friday, hurray. My right eyelid has been twitching like it's been put under the Crucio curse, my muscles burn, and my head is devoid of intelligent&mature thoughts expected of a soon-to-be-eighteen-year-old. (whinewhinewhine) I don't quite like life, and I'm afraid that the feeling's mutual.

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