sweet weather and peacock feathers
"its not what it seems, in the land of dreams "
this is my last post here, as exiled. i've outgrown that name and the beliefs attatched to it. the girl who came up with it was selfish and in love with disasters. in some ways, i am the same. but now, at least, i want to think about the world differently. shed the cynicism. i'll eventually reveal the location of my new journal to you each individually, maybe.
"been dreaming of him and you and us and castles in the sky"
i've got to get to writing again. something like a lullaby. i realize now that those rare moments i talk about? i'm just not looking properly. since i'm back in the "country"/escaped the city, the sky at night is so much clearer. ever since i became more concious of the world, i've been living in the city, either Melbourne in Australia or Abu Dhabi in the UAE, and god. its like someone had thrown gold and silver dust onto black velvet. "that stars are shining like rebel diamons cut out of the sun". I could see the horizon all around me, occasionally cracked and cut by the skeletons of trees, and honestly i felt like i was caught in a snowglobe, as overused a metaphor as it is. i just feel like i'm being held back.
i think about you, now and again. about how sweet it would be to look into those foreverblack eyes and talk about days come and gone by. about the pretend. i guess if i had to sum up how i feel about you, i'd say i'm
out of love with you.
"shh. teddy bears don't talk."
this is my last post here, as exiled. i've outgrown that name and the beliefs attatched to it. the girl who came up with it was selfish and in love with disasters. in some ways, i am the same. but now, at least, i want to think about the world differently. shed the cynicism. i'll eventually reveal the location of my new journal to you each individually, maybe.
"been dreaming of him and you and us and castles in the sky"
i've got to get to writing again. something like a lullaby. i realize now that those rare moments i talk about? i'm just not looking properly. since i'm back in the "country"/escaped the city, the sky at night is so much clearer. ever since i became more concious of the world, i've been living in the city, either Melbourne in Australia or Abu Dhabi in the UAE, and god. its like someone had thrown gold and silver dust onto black velvet. "that stars are shining like rebel diamons cut out of the sun". I could see the horizon all around me, occasionally cracked and cut by the skeletons of trees, and honestly i felt like i was caught in a snowglobe, as overused a metaphor as it is. i just feel like i'm being held back.
i think about you, now and again. about how sweet it would be to look into those foreverblack eyes and talk about days come and gone by. about the pretend. i guess if i had to sum up how i feel about you, i'd say i'm
out of love with you.
"shh. teddy bears don't talk."