don't be sad#1

Do not live in the nightmares of former times or under the
shade of what you have missed

Crossposted from drinkingraindrops.tumblr.com

witness

You're walking into a large room, the lights are dimmed and flicker ever so slightly. Your eyes squint a little as they have come from the brightness of outside, you can't help but notice the smoky haze that seems to have enveloped the occupants of the room.

It's quiet but the comfortable silence you've never really understood well. Heads raise as you accidently slam the door on your way in, they nod in your direction absent mindedly, nobody seems to care much you're here, either way- you're a witness to what's to happen here.

coraline

I adore this film
via: moviesinframes.tumblr.com

the skies tell me stories

I love making little stories out of the images in the sky, it's so silly&childish but it amuses me that I have this imagination whirring frantically to fit words to the strange shapes I see in the sky.

The drive home was a long one and the skies were quickly colouring into the most gorgeous colours of pink and orange. Sunsets always fascinated me but the clouds were mesmerising, I saw a hunchbacked giant brandishing a bouquet of flowers, he's walking into the horizon with this gift of simple roses. The steps he takes are slow and calculated, there's meaning behind his walk towards his loved one.

I saw a petite woman in the skies, she had the cutest poodle who coincidentally was taking a shit underneath a tree. the winding branches served as an umbrella for her and her poodle. The lady's features were nondescript but her outfit made up for what she didn't have- a huge flowing dress accentuated her slim waist and brought out the copper colour of her curls. Life was a simple one, she walked her dog at the brink of sunset and ate at restaurants. Always at the same table.

The skies draw pictures with the cloud, the sun colours them and words formulate easily with these wondrous images.

energy

It's so much energy NOT to do
some things

new outlet

http://drinkingraindrops.tumblr.com/

Sometimes I have just little one sentence thoughts and feel like they're not blog worthy so I made a tumblr.

I hope you're all having a wonderful summer.

:]

she's a liar &she knows you'll fall for it

I've faked my way through life, it's not been an easy feat, but it's been a comfortable transition from small fibbing to humongous, life altering, shape shifting lies. It's simple, keep a straight face and don't let your hands fidget much. I suppose it's more of an art of deception than a casual flick at the truth. Honesty never worked too well for me, friendships fall through when you tell a friend she's too needy, relationships crumble when you tell your other half he needs to slow down on the big macs, they're not helping his fitness regime much, I lie for comfort, I lie for my own safety.

So yeah, I'm sitting in this cramped office cube typing away at nothingness. I stare at the screen and muse over the irony that my name tag doesn't even say my own name. I've flitted in so many places, often squandering on other people's gullible ways to just get by, it's not always so straight forward but oh gosh, the rush I feel when someone swallows my sob story, the adrenaline which floods my veins when their eyes start to water and their faces crumple with sympathy, I can't stop myself from shooting my next dosage of lies into the silly sap who stumbles on my path. It's so exhilarating, I think my addiction's a healthy one, no one really gets hurt that much, except the old lady who baked the cookies and couldn't stop crying at my battle wound story [abusive step father, absent mother- gets them all the time].

I'm a good person, I know I am. I haven't ever littered or had a speeding ticket, there's no dead corpses in my boot and neither have a stolen anything which wouldn't be missed much. I'm a good person since I lie for public service, nobody really wants to know the truth really. I'm letting you hear what you want and it's entertainment for some, and a chance for others to sigh of relief at my woes and their fortunate lifestyle. I see the relief which flickers, maybe it's a millisecond thing but I see it. You're happy you're not me. Well, guess what stud? I'm happy you're not me either.

It's all good.

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I don't know who she is, but her voice keeps talking in my head. I had to let her out.