Monday, March 27, 2006
a ben and jerry's day

some lyrics are ludicrous. some poems are even worse. and let's not even go into drama-serial dialogue.

i can't believe it's back to school tomorrow. every shred of my being protests against it. back to school? that dried-blood-red building with dirty walls and vandalised tables. hot, humid, dusty air and the feeling of grime on the pads of your fingers. lessons. the people. no, i definitely do not like going to school. it's so much better to stay at home, working on whatever i feel like doing, or reading or playing the piano or well, anything.

and every dog has its day. sometimes i feel like i'm sitting at a train station, watching all these trains rushing by without stopping, and i'm staring at the people inside.. they're smiling and chatting and getting on with their lives, but i'm sitting there alone at the train station, in the eerie silence, watching them pass me by. and the whipping, whipping wind is hurrying you away from me now.

i feel like you've stamped an expiry date on my forehead, and i'm watching my shelf-life flash before my eyes. i can't help it, i just can't.. i've got dreams and goals and ideals, and i'm not going to throw them away and settle for less, unless i'm sure it's the right thing to do. the trouble is, i'm not sure if i'll ever be sure. i really hate being this incoherent.
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