Without a 'them' there is no 'us'. In other words, you need the losers to make the populars popular. They step onto others and push them lower to make themselves seem higher.
There are 7 pieces of my heart missing. It took God 7 days to make the world. There are 7 days in a week. And 7 steps to heaven. ............................ 7 is my unlucky number. oh dear.
i think my phobia of 7 is because it is an odd number and i am odd so if you put them together they always make an even. Even is a regular beat, a normal person. Who says i want to be normal? I for sure do not want that. I think ill stay away for now, and ill just jump from step 6 and hope for the best.
Im beginning to think i should have planted my feet somewhere to grow, to bloom. As i walk around skipping from state of mind to state of mind i am wondering why i havent done so already. why am i drawn to the Caterpillar that smokes a shisha and the lives of people who are led to kill. A means of escape, a form of flying from one world to another, where i can be anyone or anything i want to be. Passing time, tic, tic, toc. So i dont have to look up and see through drowned eyes the world that is so beautiful being ruined by the wasted lives. That spoil it.
Sunday, 5 July 2009
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