sometimes, i download obscure indie playlists, upload them onto my nano and at the times when i feel as if i need to be in full-body battle armor--listen to them.
i'm always pleasantly surprised.
Friday, May 23, 2008
Monday, May 12, 2008
fight
We are Christia’s sporadic thoughts. We bombard her with short dreams.
I am Christia’s vessel of secrets. I carry her and everyone else’s secrets.
She accepts them as her own.
I am Christia’s broken spirit. She picks up the pieces as she goes.
I am Christia’s wounded ego. She sprinkles salt on me to keep me strong.
I am Christia’s longing heart. I am in perpetual withdrawal.
We are Christia’s undergarments. We hide the would-be realizations she doesn’t have the comprehension for.
I am Christia’s will. F it.
I am Christia’s vessel of secrets. I carry her and everyone else’s secrets.
She accepts them as her own.
I am Christia’s broken spirit. She picks up the pieces as she goes.
I am Christia’s wounded ego. She sprinkles salt on me to keep me strong.
I am Christia’s longing heart. I am in perpetual withdrawal.
We are Christia’s undergarments. We hide the would-be realizations she doesn’t have the comprehension for.
I am Christia’s will. F it.
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Friday, May 9, 2008
it's official
the proverbial shit has hit the proverbial fan. i've tried to cut off from them emotionally. i've tried to ignore all of the verbal abuse that's been thrust upon me. i want to detach myself from this reality and venture out again into that fantasy world i've become so attached to--where all is lovely and pretension and second-guessing one's self is non-existent.
it was so much more easier than before i began to be bombarded with the realities of young adult life. i never realized how difficult or incomprehensible the process of 'growing up' was. i would always scoff at those 'out to find myself' hippie-dippie types. i want to be one of those types. i want to escape from this prison of the heart and explore the depths of my soul. i want to know what will be left after i strip all of these iron-clad layers i've made myself.
i want to be the girl that backpacked through europe. i want to be the girl that wins the lotto and donates it all to charity and international relief funds. i want to be the girl that breaks into a animal testing facility that let all of the test subjects loose. i want to be the girl that joined the peace corps and helped malnourished children in developing countries. i want to be that outspoken girl that knows what she wants and voices her wants out. i want to be the girl that lived like the salt of the earth. i want to be the daughter that my family wanted me to be.
it was so much more easier than before i began to be bombarded with the realities of young adult life. i never realized how difficult or incomprehensible the process of 'growing up' was. i would always scoff at those 'out to find myself' hippie-dippie types. i want to be one of those types. i want to escape from this prison of the heart and explore the depths of my soul. i want to know what will be left after i strip all of these iron-clad layers i've made myself.
i want to be the girl that backpacked through europe. i want to be the girl that wins the lotto and donates it all to charity and international relief funds. i want to be the girl that breaks into a animal testing facility that let all of the test subjects loose. i want to be the girl that joined the peace corps and helped malnourished children in developing countries. i want to be that outspoken girl that knows what she wants and voices her wants out. i want to be the girl that lived like the salt of the earth. i want to be the daughter that my family wanted me to be.
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
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