Can you see the sky turn red
As the morning's light breaks over me
Maybe things can change if we give people a chance. Last night's result was a huge turning point in history I feel, even though I am not american. You can almost feel the rest of the world breathe a bit easier. I don't envy him his job of clearing up the mess left by the Bush administration but I am hopeful that good things will happen.
Archers in your arches,
Raise your fingers for one last salute..
And bleed this skyline dry
Your history is mine.
Things are wonderfully out of control again, my mum called today and I happened to mention that I couldnt remember what I had booked to do with the majority of my life. She understands exactly how weird that is. My brain is turning to mush right now I cant keep a track on what I'm supposed to be doing. Step by step.
Find in me the hope
That you have never known
Find in us the faith
The faith to bring you home
If I can survive this term without collapsing into a ball of stress through trying to juggle the things I want to do and the things I have to do I think it will be a miracle.
And I don't care for your sweet scent or the way you want me more than I want you
This is all disjointed and written after 5 hours sleep, in the middle of a Proust essay, which I am 950 words into and trying to finish before Ortus arrives later. 1000 words down, 500 to go. You'd think I'd be good at critical commentaries of language, but I am not. I'm a huge contradiction.
One day I will talk about something other than work.
Oh and, my set will be coming down when it reaches the 3 month mark. It is unlikely to get bought. So enjoy it while you can.
As the morning's light breaks over me
Maybe things can change if we give people a chance. Last night's result was a huge turning point in history I feel, even though I am not american. You can almost feel the rest of the world breathe a bit easier. I don't envy him his job of clearing up the mess left by the Bush administration but I am hopeful that good things will happen.
Archers in your arches,
Raise your fingers for one last salute..
And bleed this skyline dry
Your history is mine.
Things are wonderfully out of control again, my mum called today and I happened to mention that I couldnt remember what I had booked to do with the majority of my life. She understands exactly how weird that is. My brain is turning to mush right now I cant keep a track on what I'm supposed to be doing. Step by step.
Find in me the hope
That you have never known
Find in us the faith
The faith to bring you home
If I can survive this term without collapsing into a ball of stress through trying to juggle the things I want to do and the things I have to do I think it will be a miracle.
And I don't care for your sweet scent or the way you want me more than I want you
This is all disjointed and written after 5 hours sleep, in the middle of a Proust essay, which I am 950 words into and trying to finish before Ortus arrives later. 1000 words down, 500 to go. You'd think I'd be good at critical commentaries of language, but I am not. I'm a huge contradiction.
One day I will talk about something other than work.
Oh and, my set will be coming down when it reaches the 3 month mark. It is unlikely to get bought. So enjoy it while you can.
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leilani:
thank u hunny, during my holidays im gna play and learn as much as i can with the camera. what i see in my head doesnt always work out so well in photographs!
thequestion:
Hopefully both.