breathe, dip into the water and go under it all and hold yourself alone
Monday, May 18, 2009
always lost
It's in my art, and the way that I dress, and the way that I carry myself, and the thoughts and feelings I put out there for the world to take on. And it's all about the way that I take the world in, how I see the time go by from my own personal perspective. It's in everything I know and everything I fail to realize. And I'll never be able to put my finger on it and own that spark of life, now will I? I'm always going to be lost.
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