Good Morning, Hypocrite

Seems like the roads stretch out like veins, but there's no heart.
Nature's haircut is concrete now, and we played our part.
So we sing...

I've lost my taste for modern things. They're not for me.
I want mundane: a quiet place, where time is free,
And I can sing...

Climbed from my bed, to collect the thoughts that'd fallen from my head,
And you watched me sink, through the carpet, through the basement, and beyond.
And you didn't blink.

On the glass, I traced the sun with my thumb. It sank into the ground.
And then the stars were blinking, like kids who were staring into the wind.
So I climbed through the window and walked until I lost my name.
Now I can play the victim. It's fine. I've seen it on TV.
But if there's one thing I know, it's that I never really know enough.

Our heads, our hands, our brains, our lungs: they're just machines.
These hearts are all that we've got left, and they don't beat.

Live a little, talk a lot; it's the way this goes.
I've come to fear the little knives beneath their well-pressed clothes.
Their arms are reaching; reach is spreading through the neon glow.
Their mouths are moving, but their voices sound like telephones.
The traffic hums; the traffic grumbles near my old window.
The street lights flicker; glow and hover like suspended snow.
I used to watch the moon retreat and wonder where it goes.
Now I just wonder why my head is overrun with ghosts.

Danish

You're a light and I'm a shadow, I'll be wherever you'll be but I'm afraid I'll never feel the warmth of your love. And even that's okay so long as you keep shining bright so that I can keep being wherever you'll be.

Love

"Love feels no burden, regards not labors, strives toward more than it attains, argues not of impossibility, since it believes that it may and can do all things. Therefore it avails for all things, and fulfils and accomplishes much where one not a lover falls and lies helpless."

-Thomas à Kempis (1380-1471), in The Imitation of Christ

Fromage

I realize what a leap of faith I have taken in marrying Danish. I love him so much and living with him has been unbelievably unique and fun. I guess what I'm trying to say is...I would've never imagined myself in this situation! I'm so present-oriented that I could never have pictured this in my wildest imagination. I find it incredibly weird since I have so much...angst. I thought angsty people were in a perpetual state of hope. But maybe I was wrong...maybe angsty people just wallow in their worries and dissatisfaction. Maybe angsty people are just complacent people - the worst kind of people. At any rate, I wanted to announce how interesting it's been...I wish I could go into more depth. I mean, the fights have gotten more colorful! Ha. I feel so safe. We live in this crap hole apartment and yet being with him at the end of the night makes me feel whole. Wow. Sounds like a tray of fromage. I've turned from a cynic into a sap - just like that. Don't worry, the shit doesn't end here; just give me a break...I think I'm in a honeymoon state or something.