Your voice in the dark.: We never seem to find peace of mind

Thursday, June 22, 2006

We never seem to find peace of mind

Why am I going to these lengths? I cram so much school between so many workdays but why? So that I might carve out some sort of future with her along the way? I'm so tired of my life turning itself into a resume auditioned among the single. I'm tired of pouring my heart into creation and giving everything I have of me to be left out in the cold. I'm tired of pouring my heart into a sieve.

I've slept alone every night my entire life. I'm afraid of it becoming easier to do so.

1 Comments:

The Cheese said...: Justin! Don't say such things. Maybe you should just concentrate on only school and work right now. But, don't ever think that you'll spend the rest of your life with the other side of your bed empty. You are a wonderful man, you'll see.

If you want a postcard from the motherland, email me your address! :); 27 June, 2006 04:25

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Tonight is: St. Vincent - Laughing With a Mouth of Blood

Just like an amnesiac
Trying to get my senses back
(Oh where did they go)

Laughing with a mouth of blood
From a little spill I took
(What are you laughing at)

See I traded my plot of land
For a plane to anywhere
(Oh where did you go)

And I can't see the future
But I know it's got big plans for me
(Oh what does it see)

All my old friends aren't so friendly
And all my old haunts are now haunting me

Holed up at the motel Ritz
With a televangelist
(Oh what did he say)
At the bottom of a swimming pool
With all the water out of it
(How'd you get in there)

I'm sending consolation prizes to my next of kin, allies
(Oh they'll be so thrilled)

And I can't see the future
But I know it's watching me
(Wonder what it sees)

All my old friends aren't so friendly
And all my old haunts are now haunting me

Tell my sister that I miss her
Tell my brother that it gets much easier
Tell my sister that I miss her
Tell my brother that it gets much easier

All my old friends aren't so friendly
And all my old haunts are now haunting me
All my old friends aren't so friendly
And all my old haunts are now haunting me

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Favourite music(= soul):
The Beatles, Stones, U2, The Doors, Radiohead, The Cardigans, Flaming Lips, Coldplay, Alkaline Trio, "The Mints", Nirvana, Beck, Travis, Zeppelin, =w=, =VH=, Motown, Sinatra, Kinks, Beach Boys, The Casual Dots, White Stripes, Interpol, Modest Mouse, Stars, Joni Mitchell, The Velvet Underground, Of Montreal, Hendrix, Dylan, Nellie McKay, Fiona Apple, The Bird & The Bee, Clinic, Death Cab For Cutie, Belle & Sebastian, Bright Eyes, The Shins, Amélie Soundtrack (out of breath...)

What films..!.:
Star Wars, Lawrence of Arabia, Schindler's List, Amélie, Wizard of Oz, Shawshank, ANYTHING with Audrey Hepburn, Jurassic Park, Indiana Jones, Rushmore, Royal Tenenbaums, Casablanca, Gone With the Wind, Annie Hall, The English Patient, Godfather I & II, Garden State, The Gold Rush, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Big Lebowski, Anything at the DIA...

Wonderful reads:
Zorba The Greek, Huck Finn, Tom Sawyer, The Bell Jar, House of Leaves, Dinotopia, 1984, Animal Farm, A Very Long Engagement, Anthem, The Great Gatsby, The Catcher in the Rye, Fahrenheit 451, Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde, Treasure Island, Michael Crichton novels

I'm Interested in things like:
Records, Audrey Hepburn, Audrey Tautou characters, hammocks, writing, photos, ZZZ, talking, smiling, kindness, dionsaurs, understanding, dancing, DIA, silent films, questions, jogging, shyness, apple cider, Christmas ornaments, curled up in blankets, penguins, Dixieland Flea Market, Peter & The Wolf, "warmth", a light rain, pink sunset, sleeping in warm embrace with a woman I love (dream), green apples, record player crackle, hidden grace, lipstick mustaches etc. on model displays, clementines, reading top-of-cd stickers on top of Best Buy garbage can, light castle (for x-mas) on the top of Summit Place Mall sign, sparkling apple juice, bathroom stall poetry, a great dig in WB, when a lady calls you on the t-phone, when the snow swirls over the road and looks like the sea, walking at night, sidewalk musicians, messages written in/on record sleeves, "The Midnight Mile", Bowling/Bowling shoes, partially popped popcorn, Church sign wordplay, cotton snowflakes, inspirational words (in english and french) printed on individual Ivory soap bar packages, ice cream sandwiches, snowball fights, birds nestled in the letters of signs, heat lightning, Godzilla's roar, glasses with flat lens', collecting breast cancer fund yogurt lids, jumping into piles of leaves, supermarkets, the top of a roller coaster, hearing fingers slide up the strings of a guitar in between notes, photos that come with picture frames, the scent of Zithromax, strawberry milkshakes (preferably with my Sister), barefeet in the sand, balconies, when people talk to their pets, children selling lemonade, rollar coasters at night, my grandma's cheesecake, foggy midnight