Anthem of Our Dying Day

The stars will cry
The blackest tears tonight
And this is the moment that I live for
I can smell the ocean air
And here I am
Pouring my heart onto these rooftops
Just a ghost to the world
That's exactly
Exactly what I need

From up here the city lights burn
Like a thousand miles of fire
And I'm here to sing this anthem
Of our dying day

For a second I wish the tide
Would swallow every inch of this city
As you gasp for air tonight
I'd scream this song right in your face
If you were here
I swear I won't miss a beat
Cause I never
Never have before

From up here the city lights burn
Like a thousand miles of fire
And I'm here to sing this anthem
Of our dying day

-Story of The Year


...nuff said.

goodnight kids

You aren't my good luck charm anymore.

I don't know what it is, but this week did not start off on the wrong foot and now everything seems messed up. I hate it when that happens. This also causes a chain reaction that goes all the way down to my desire, or should I say lack thereof, to do work.

It is being brought to my attention that my mother actually instilled a life lesson in me. You really can't "put all your eggs in one basket". It sets you up for failure and heartache. No matter how good it is and for how long, you will always come crashing back down to reality. Unfortunately, I am learning this lesson the hard way. All my friends have their boyfriends now and seem to have no time for me anymore. I must say it is quite lonely. And even when they are physically there, I don't really feel like they are there. That makes sense, right?

It's been one of those down days, let's hope tomorrow will be better.



big sigh.

Marigolds and Mary Janes

All I want to say is that Toni Morrison is one of the most talented writers of our time. The way she uses language gets you all excited when you read it and makes you stop and say, wow. Just wow. I read The Bluest Eye for the second time and I must say when I read the first time I just didn't get it. Granted I was very young, but I missed it. After reading it again, I get it. It's powerful. Sometimes I think I should be an english major because honestly, these kinds of things excite me. They move me.

Anyways I am extremely tired but I wanted to share that with you. If you haven't read The Bluest Eye, I suggest that you do. Or I should say strongly suggest. Just do it.


goodnight