creative juices

dag nabbit. i shouldnt be allowed to sit alone in my room in the dark and listen to emo music. this is what always happens.

its a good thing there wasnt incense or candles involved, because things would've been much worse in that case:

and every time you leave
its like the colors
faded

so i just waited
til the colors came back into
my eyes with your return

sometimes i wonder where i'm going
is it a lack of knowing
that keeps me headed for something
i cant see

and so i worry
and i wonder
you say you're sorry
but there's still thunder
and where's the color
and where's the color

because there's no other one

i could just close my eyes
let my lashes do the talking
shed a tear
and then start walking
away from here

all i need is something to hope on
something to keep me smiling until
the time is perfect
until we're both perfect

all i want is
the blues and the reds
and the greens and the golds
until we grow old
until we grow old

and so my heart goes untold




its that blasted death cab/postal service mix i've got going.
words make me happy.