i am yours to keep

things are made difficult with distance. when i can't see you i sometimes forget the little things that make me love you so much. at first it seemed that forgetting would be impossible. but it turns out that actually, remembering is the hardest part to do, after all.

we're out of heartache, along with fear

if you can decode the thoughts in my head, then you are my saviour. if you can understand my actions, then i'd surely assume you're god. it's sewn into the very fabric of my being, not to bare myself even to the closest of those to my heart. it scares me, yet i can't unpick the stitches. i'm beginning to wonder if one day i'll stop resisting the urge to push everybody away. and would it be cruel? and to myself, or to them? and why would i stop resisting? and why is the urge there in the first place? and why, am i questioning my own thought patterns?

when i counted up all my demons
i saw there was one for everyday

i was reading the vogue magazine i bought in france tonight, and i picked up on a theme that made me form the theory: anyone who takes their top off, can be a model.

so, can i be a model now?

run, run, run away
lost, lost, lost my mind

i'm trying to teach myself how to braid, and usually end up with strange outcomes, such as this one. i'm starting to worry now, about not having enough time to do everything i want to. i need more time to prepare, but i can't figure out where to find it. imagine, that one of the treasures in the ocean was a bottle of time. i'd surely like the map, please.

you tried loving
but i guess you could not love me

it's a point that people tend not to see unless they, unfortunately, are it. i've got a headache tonight, it feels a little like my head will explode and whenever i try to be productive, something not so good seems to come of it.