Archive for September, 2010

My Favorite Quote

“You shouldn’t compare yourself to others, they are more screwed up than you think.”

-Anonymous

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Its just tears and rain

How I wish I could surrender my soul;

Shed the clothes that become my skin;
See the liar that burns within my needing.
How I wish I’d chosen darkness from cold.
How I wish I had screamed out loud,
Instead I’ve found no meaning.

I guess it’s time I run far, far away; find comfort in pain,
All pleasure’s the same: it just keeps me from trouble.
Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray.
I’ve heard what they say, but I’m not here for trouble.
It’s more than just words: it’s just tears and rain.

How I wish I could walk through the doors of my mind;
Hold memory close at hand,
Help me understand the years.
How I wish I could choose between Heaven and Hell.
How I wish I would save my soul.
I’m so cold from fear.

I guess it’s time I run far, far away; find comfort in pain,
All pleasure’s the same: it just keeps me from trouble.
Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray.
I’ve heard what they say, but I’m not here for trouble.
Far, far away; find comfort in pain.
All pleasure’s the same: it just keeps me from trouble.
It’s more than just words: it’s just tears and rain.

Tears and Rain.

Tears and Rain.

Far, far away; find comfort in pain,
All pleasure’s the same: it just keeps me from trouble.
It’s more than just words: it’s just tears and rain.

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Birthday Wishes

I wish there was a messy card in a shaky handwriting to cheer me up. I wish a herd of friends just popped up with a small cake, frolicking around me, dressing me up, giving up those warm hugs with cream all over me, money being pulled out of my wallet for return treat. I wish a best friend showed up like sunshine to make my day and said- “you mad girl!! how dare you miss my gift”. Maybe between all this I would be worried about that cream on my dress, “not-so-good” photographs and those savings for project model but I wish my eyes were watery with a laughter and blush rather than that grimace I am afraid to face.

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