sunnuntai 25. tammikuuta 2009

Comfortable Silence

Uma Thurman from Pulp Fiction
- Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable?
- I don't know. That's a good question.
- That's when you know you've found somebody special.
When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence.

-Pulp Fiction

tiistai 20. tammikuuta 2009

Close your eyes. Open your heart.


Tonight I'll show you how dreams are prepared,............. love, friendships, relationships. All those ships.



It snowed today and I found a pretty snowflake in my hair, I tried to talk to it but no Who answered me. It makes me sad to think about all the small beautiful things that escape us because we are so wrapped up in our own world.

I would very much like to sleep now. Instead I stare at my orange woolly socks and ponder about toothpaste.




lauantai 17. tammikuuta 2009

maanantai 12. tammikuuta 2009

I have a secret to tell you. Will you leave with me?


Disconnect the feeling factory
put your tongue up to my battery
things are so much smoother when we lie
crush your cigarettes out on an orange sky and try
lose sleep for sleeping children
but throw your branch away
the bees they buzzed so loudly
that I just couldn't stay
I just couldn't stay



I'm feeling numb and sad. It feels hard to breath and my eyelids are heavy. I have a ton of school work that needs doing. It sits in my bag and I ignore it as well as it tries to get to me.

I hate the the darkness of winter, it's deperessing. I hate the icy sleet and wind that seems to rain out of the heavens over Helsinki every single day.

I wish I could vent out all these bad feelings, to make them go away. I wish people would leave me alone and just understand that this is me, if you don't like it bugger off. This is sounding pethatic. I don't care, I just don't.

I want to escape this... I'm constantly being judged for things I have not done! It makes me angry, sad, confused. These feelings drill holes into my chest where the sorrow creeps in like a bad flu. I am happy for the things I have and know that we learn from our mistakes. I just don't know how can you learn from something you didn't know you've done wrong? Everything is just so upside down and obscured that no one sees reality anymore, just what they want to see.

I'm just so tired of this.