as you can tell, my patience has been stretched to a point where it is about to rip. and so, since it is the holy month of ramadhan and i am in fact practicing self-control in as many ways possible, i shall refrain from posting a very honest blog.

listening to john mayer helps to stop the rage. bearing in mind he is one of the very few who can.



'why georgia'

i am driving 85 in the kind of morning that lasts all afternoon. i'm just stuck inside the gloom. 4 more exits to my apartment but i am tempted to keep the car in 'drive'...and leave this shit behind. but i wonder sometimes about the outcome of a still verdictless life. am i living it right? why....why georgia? why? i rent a room and fill the spaces with wood in places to make it feel like home. but all i feel's alone. it might be a quarter life crisis. or just the stirring in my soul. either way i wonder sometimes about the outcome of a still verdictless life. am i living it right? tell me why georgia...why? so what, so i've got a smile on me... but its hiding the quiet superstitions in my head. dont believe me. dont you dare believe me when i say ive got it down... everybody's just a stanger. thats the danger of going my own way... i guess thats the price i have to pay. still 'everything happens for a reason' is no reason not to ask myself if i am living it right.... why georgia? why....


'slow dancing in a burning room'

its not a silly little moment. its not the storm before the calm. its just the deep and dying breath of this love that we've been working on. cant seem to hold you like i want to...so i can feel you in my arms. nobody's gonna come and save you... we've pulled too many false alarms. we're going down.... you can see it too. we're going down. and you know that we're doomed. my dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room. i was the one you've always dreamed of. you were the one i tried to draw. how dare you say its nothing to me...baby, you're the only light i ever saw. i'll make the most of all the sadness. you be a bitch because you can. you try to hit me just to hurt me so you leave me feeling dirty because you cant understand. we're going down... you can see it too. we're going down. and you know that we're doomed. my dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room... go cry about it, why dont you? my dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room. dont you think we ought to know by now? dont you think we should have learned somehow....?


'your body is a wonderland'

we got the afternoon. you've got this room for two. one thing i've left to do: discover me discovering you. one mile to every inch of your skin like porcelain... one pair of candy lips and your bubblegum tongue. because if you want love, we'll make it. swim in a deep sea of blankets. take all your big plans and break them. this is bound to be a while. your body is a wonderland, i'll use my hands... something about the way your hair falls in your face. i love the shape you take when crawling towards the pillowcase. you tell me where to go and though i might leave to find it i'll never let your head hit the bed without my hand behind it. you want love, we'll make it. swim in a deep sea of blankets. take all your big plans and break them.. this is bound to be a while. your body is a wonderland.... damn, baby. you frustrate me. i know you're mine, all mine. but you look so good it hurts sometime.