And it's like I get all emorrified.

Pretty much there are these days where I feel this.
I can't figure out if it's pain. Maybe a longing. Emptiness.
It's like a part of me that's just so hard to give up on the altar.
When I'm sad, it seems I'm being the most real. The most me.



Y'know?

Song In My Head

Pretty much. I just finished watching The Perfect Man. Strangely enough. It made me want to get a Blog. Here I go. The one song, by Howie Day, Collide, is perhaps beautiful.

Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the stars refuse to shine
Out of the back you fall in time
I somehow find
You and I collide

I hope that we'll collide. Soon.