The rain keeps pouring outside my window. Oh, I hate this stormy weather


Under The BridgeIn a word: jungle. Its the jungle out there.Under The Bridge
Crowded streets. Homeless people sleeping under the bridge. Criminals. Police cars everywhere. Crazy people staring at you, and talking to themselves.
White people, Black people, Chinese people, Indian people, whatever.
And you cant help feeling lost and out of place in such a crowd.
You go to college in the morning, and the first thing you see when you get out of your bus, is people sleeping in cardboards under the bridge. Poor souls.
And though its just another boring day to you,


Voodoo ChildTheres something incredibly soothing and warming in listening to old voices and songs.Voodoo Child
Screaming guitars, frenetic bass lines, wicked drum solos, distorted voices All in one, with the purpose of taking you to another dimension.
And so, body and soul, you surrender to the rhythm of that one song, your heartbeat. Minds altered, blurry eyes, twisted smile
And suddenly youre in a different time and space, feeling the words spoken and touching music with your bare skin.
Im glad Im alive, Im glad music has this magic touch on me. &


Seasons.Raindrops.Seasons.
They float up from the hazy sky, like little tears. Heart-crushing sadness.
Walking through my garden last night, I felt something different. The air tasted cold and scary
Summers gone.
Autumns coming, and soon winter will rise and freeze our hearts once again.
And I hate it. Seasons change, people change Everythings changing right now.
When winter finally takes over, the wind will start blowing again, the rain will start pouring again, the cold will start freezing again My heart w
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"I was cured all right." (A Clockwork Orange)
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6/3/09
i love you Christian!
Im never going to get to see you....
stab a knife through my heart and i won't feel it, because of the numbness i feel without you..
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