drug induced love.

the trees look black

when the sky is gray.

she only just noticed now.

she’s had too much on her mind for her 21 years

to even look at the contrast.

he wants to hold her and told her he loves her for the hundredth time.

still she resists.

No Trust.

she’s walked that road a million times it seems.

she wants it from him…not him,

a feeling of priority.

maybe only searching into the other to make up for the lack.

how many more times will the rain clouds open up in her eyes?

how many more times will they open up in his,

until he vanishes?

she hits the ground hard, falling off of her canopy in the sky

that she’s created from the drugs and the smoke.

they’re a good façade for now,

it’s too cloudy to see how she really feels anyway, and she likes it that way.

after the storm.

And after the storm,
I run and run as the rains come
And I look up, I look up,
on my knees and out of luck,
I look up.

Night has always pushed up day
You must know life to see decay
But I won't rot, I won't rot
Not this mind and not this heart,
I won't rot.

And I took you by the hand
And we stood tall,
And remembered our own land,
What we lived for.

And there will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears.
And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.
Get over your hill and see what you find there,
With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.

And now I cling to what I knew
I saw exactly what was true
But oh no more.
That's why I hold,
That's why I hold with all I have.
That's why I hold.

And I won't die alone and be left there.
Well I guess I'll just go home,
Or God knows where.
Because death is just so full and man so small.
Well I'm scared of what's behind and what's before.

And there will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears.
And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.
Get over your hill and see what you find there,
With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.

And there will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears.
And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.
Get over your hill and see what you find there,
With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.

tonight!

easily one of the most influential people of our generation.

it's such a waste to always look behind you...

...you should be looking straight ahead.

you must chill.

"How many of them really know what they want, though? I mean, a lot of them think they have to know, right? But inside they don't really know, so... I don't know, but I know that I don't know."

euphoric

i went upstate with my main squeeze of orange juice saturday night so that he could go snowboarding and so that i could...not go snowboarding. if any of you know my friends kristen, alyssa or lisa, please ask them about the time we went skiing at hunter mountain. i certainly have not forgotten anything about the trip, or the fact that i only made it down the bunny hill one out of seventy-five times.

anyway. i went to woodstock which was the obvious logical choice for me to make. since it's only 35 minutes away from hunter it was really a win-win. i spent way too much money on very necessary purchases like: postcards, posters, tea (three times), soup and a greatful dead vinyl. i'm making it a point to try to get at least one vinyl whenever i'm there because they're usually scratched and warped and sound amazing (i think). i love the people who own the shops there, the townies who roam, the women protesting the war and of course the music playing everywhere, whether it be from radio woodstock, vinyls in stores, or the drugged out hippie playing his guitar on the corner. everything seems more relaxed. it also helped that the sun was shining bright.

there's something about driving on the open road that gets me. especially upstate. i hated upstate when i was forced to live there, and now all i want to do is go back. it honestly has some of the most beautiful sunsets i've ever seen, and being able to sit in silence and stare while feeling completely secure and fulfilled is euphoric for me. and if i'm going to use any word to describe how i felt yesterday, it would be that one. and if there was a playlist that was going on in my mind to go along with yesterday, it would be this one:






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you don't know

who do you love? and who do you hate? and who do you wish would disappear? and who do you fear? and who makes you sweat? and what is the action that makes you cringe? and you don't believe you did anything wrong. you think of blame as a tomb. you really don't know you really don't know you really don't know and what do you think? what happened to you? cause it all depends on what you do and what can i say? it's not up to me i can't decide who you are. you really don't know you really don't know you really don't know you really don't know you really don't know you don't know you don't know you don't know you don't know.

peace is priceless.

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