So, so you think you can tell heaven from hell, blue skies from pain? can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? a smile from a veil? do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? hot ashes for trees? hot air for a cool breeze? cold comfort for change? and did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage? How I wish, how I wish you were here.
we're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl
year after year. running over the same old ground. what have we found? the same old fears. wish you were here
(perhaps i've successfully tricked you into reading song lyrics. muahah!)
as you may have guessed… i finally like a pink floyd song (the wall. childhood trauma. don't ask). though… i know i've heard this song before. i see a dark room, and either a maria or steph. i think maria, but my memory is crap.
today's been much thoughts of music and dark rooms. i kinda want to sit and listen to the postal service- district sleeps alone tonight in a dark room sipping cocoa for hours on end. i'm going to need to hijack files from my computer before i head home, before i head home.
i just imagined andy over my shoulder. there's a strange warmth. weird.
(one more giant drawing for wednesday and three images for 2D design and I'm done with art & homework for semester. only have one test to worry about)
you know the song at the end of hair that's all super crazy and over dramatic? the whole.. LEEEEEEEET THE SUNSHIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE and so on (don't tell me i'm wrong, because.. well.. don't). i feel like that. it's a good thing
everything is going swimmingly. i love that word