Tuesday, January 15, 2008
hello, old friend.
4:26 AM
I've been scrolling slowly through the lives of people I've never met, never known, never laid eyes on before."i wanna get away right this second.
i feel like pulling my hair out and painting the sidewalk
i feel like capturing the sun and putting it into a jar labelled 'sunshine'
and giving it to someone with faded eyes."
Bits and pieces of lives; of broken girls, stolen sweetheartsI feel like an intruder; treadingwadingtiptoeing through a collage of old private photographs, every one of them screaming out help me, help me and reading their eyes, it's hard not to feel bittersweet.