↓

Sometimes I forget. I hope always to remember the important things. But I fear I fear I fear in the end I will hurt. We went apple picking, me and…and I picked an apple as round and bright as the sun. I held the sun in my hand. I hope always to remember the meaning of life. But I fear I will forget. Like everything else Ive forgotten. So I shall tell you now before it goes away Ah, away Away we went on a little boat, floating in the deep blue sea. Away we went, me and…and we couldve floated on forever. I fear the pain that will come with death, But no longer do I fear the loss. I lived, I think, And lived well. I was happy, and loved, and loved others. I knew the meaning of life, did I tell you? Sometimes I forget, But our experiences define us. Does it matter if we remember our experiences? The meaning of life is Life is… Life is the grandest adventure. Once we flew a ship, me and…we flew it to the moon. It was glowing, the moon, A bright cirlce in the sky. Once I fell upwards. Once took a sword for my friend. Once, on mars, I found a twenty on the floor of Costco. Ah, what fun. You know, somewhere along the way, I found the meaning of life. Would you like me to tell you? Tell you I will tell you this. Memory. Wisps of wind. Sounds in silence. Music. You cannot hold memory in your hand. And perhaps, like me, you cannot hold on to it forever. Memories, you see, my dear child Are meant to made. Not remembered. Life is meant to be lived Not spoken about, Or written about Written about I’ve written about many things. Did you know I wrote a book? It was about… Ah. We went apple picking, me and…and I picked an apple as round and bright as the sun. I held the sun in my hand. The meaning of life, you ask? How should I know? I do not even remember your name, dear. But if I were to venture a guess I would say the meaning of life Ah, life. I would say the meaning of life, Is to live now And be happy, And fear not the end. To help others, And accept others’ help, And tell your stories. To make memories Memories Oh memories are just wisps of wind. Live now, and remember later. I fear the pain that will come with the end. That is my secret, I have never said it before. But there is no pain. Once we danced, me and…and danced until the world no longer existed.

Sometimes I forget.
I hope always to remember the important things.
But I fear
I fear
I fear in the end I will hurt.
We went apple picking, me and…and I picked an apple as round and bright as the sun. I held the sun in my hand.
I hope always to remember the meaning of life.
But I fear I will forget.
Like everything else Ive forgotten.
So I shall tell you now before it goes away
Ah, away
Away we went on a little boat, floating in the deep blue sea. Away we went, me and…and we couldve floated on forever.
I fear the pain that will come with death,
But no longer do I fear the loss.
I lived,
I think,
And lived well.
I was happy, and loved, and loved others.
I knew the meaning of life, did I tell you?
Sometimes I forget,
But our experiences define us.
Does it matter if we remember our experiences?
The meaning of life is
Life is…
Life is the grandest adventure.
Once we flew a ship, me and…we flew it to the moon.
It was glowing, the moon,
A bright cirlce in the sky.
Once I fell upwards.
Once took a sword for my friend.
Once, on mars, I found a twenty on the floor of Costco.
Ah, what fun.
You know, somewhere along the way, I found the meaning of life.
Would you like me to tell you?
Tell you
I will tell you this.
Memory.
Wisps of wind.
Sounds in silence.
Music.
You cannot hold memory in your hand.
And perhaps, like me, you cannot hold on to it forever.
Memories, you see, my dear child
Are meant to made.
Not remembered.
Life is meant to be lived
Not spoken about,
Or written about
Written about
I’ve written about many things.
Did you know I wrote a book?
It was about…
Ah.
We went apple picking, me and…and I picked an apple as round and bright as the sun. I held the sun in my hand.
The meaning of life, you ask?
How should I know?
I do not even remember your name, dear.
But if I were to venture a guess
I would say the meaning of life
Ah, life.
I would say the meaning of life,
Is to live now
And be happy,
And fear not the end.
To help others,
And accept others’ help,
And tell your stories.
To make memories
Memories
Oh memories are just wisps of wind.
Live now, and remember later.
I fear the pain that will come with the end.
That is my secret, I have never said it before.
But there is no pain.
Once we danced, me and…and danced until the world no longer existed.

↓

↓

↓

↓

A stream of something resembling consciousness…. “Its the end of the world,” He said. A chill ran down her spine. Sometimes he just said things. Sometimes they were true. “I dont love you anymore,” She said. “I know.” He told her. She hugged him, and wouldnt let go. When the time comes, the note read, I want you to run. I want you to survive. But when the time came, they would just laugh. Sometimes its all you can do, when everything around you burns. “When I was young,” She whisphered, “I brought words to life. They burnt on my tounge, and sang through the air.” “When you were young,” He smiled, “You made other worlds.” “When I met you,” They both spoke. They smirked. They knew eachother too well. He went first. “When I met you, I couldnt tear my eyes away. I wanted you to see me staring. Wanted you to feel me caring.” “That rhymed,” She closed her eyes. “When I first met you, I wondered what would make you stare.” “You knew,” He assured her. “I did not” She assured him. “But i wanted you right away.” He played for her. She sang. He kissed her, “I thought about you everyday.” She touched him. “I cried for you.” He frowned. “Im sorry I took so long.” She looked down. “Me too. But really…I thought you would never show.” He held her. They laughed. Goodnight. Be happy. -Kat p.s. Good Song…Our Swords-Band of Horses

A stream of something resembling consciousness….

“Its the end of the world,” He said.
A chill ran down her spine.
Sometimes he just said things.
Sometimes they were true.
“I dont love you anymore,” She said.
“I know.” He told her. She hugged him, and wouldnt let go.
When the time comes, the note read, I want you to run. I want you to survive.
But when the time came, they would just laugh.
Sometimes its all you can do, when everything around you burns.
“When I was young,” She whisphered, “I brought words to life. They burnt on my tounge, and sang through the air.”
“When you were young,” He smiled, “You made other worlds.”
“When I met you,” They both spoke.
They smirked.
They knew eachother too well.
He went first.
“When I met you, I couldnt tear my eyes away. I wanted you to see me staring. Wanted you to feel me caring.”
“That rhymed,” She closed her eyes. “When I first met you, I wondered what would make you stare.”
“You knew,” He assured her.
“I did not” She assured him. “But i wanted you right away.”
He played for her. She sang.
He kissed her, “I thought about you everyday.”
She touched him. “I cried for you.”
He frowned.
“Im sorry I took so long.”
She looked down.
“Me too. But really…I thought you would never show.”
He held her.
They laughed.

Goodnight.
Be happy.
-Kat
p.s. Good Song…Our Swords-Band of Horses

↓

r a while all you want to do is listen to Stars and do your math homework. Yeah, thats how far gone you are right now. You are actually dying to do math. Because what you got going on inside you is anything but logical. AND YOU WANT TO SCREAM(but cant because your dad will get scared.) YOU WANT SOMEONE TO CHOOSE FOR YOU (but they wont because they are way too good friends.) YOU JUST WANT….well, you dont know what you want. Thats pretty much the problem actually. Havent you been paying attention. I just miss writing. Thats why Im doing this. Its different when Im writing. So, what are you gonna do? Let yourself be used? Because in the end, thats what this is. But maybe youll have FUN being used. Its nice to feel wanted. You know its making you feel nice. You wish you felt it more often. (you kinda wish HE wanted you. But no, that would just be ridiculous, right?) So, giving up, you write a blog, and go do math. Tomorrow, youll think some more. In the end though, whatever you do is going to be wrong. But sometimes you gotta take risks, right? Have i ever, in my life. Are you gonna? “Youre good at everything. You just actuallye Shivering when you arent cold by TheKat @ 2011-12-01 – 01:30:19 Now let us say, in a completely theoretical, non true, mythical situation, that you are debating doing something you are too embaressed to tell one of your best friends about…gotten into character? You really gotta use your imagination on this one, ‘cause I dont plan on sharing to many detail. What are you doing? You are not this person. But then theres that little bit of you saying, HEY BRAIN, SHUT THE HELLL UP, IM ONLY NOT THAT PERSON BECAUSE IVE NEVER HAD THE OPPURTUNITY TO BE. And after a while all you want to do is listen to Stars and do your math homework. Yeah, thats how far gone you are right now. You are actually dying to do math. Because what you got going on inside you is anything but logical. AND YOU WANT TO SCREAM(but cant because your dad will get scared.) YOU WANT SOMEONE TO CHOOSE FOR YOU (but they wont because they are way too good friends.) YOU JUST WANT….well, you dont know what you want. Thats pretty much the problem actually. Havent you been paying attention. I just miss writing. Thats why Im doing this. Its different when Im writing. So, what are you gonna do? Let yourself be used? Because in the end, thats what this is. But maybe youll have FUN being used. Its nice to feel wanted. You know its making you feel nice. You wish you felt it more often. (you kinda wish HE wanted you. But no, that would just be ridiculous, right?) So, giving up, you write a blog, and go do math. Tomorrow, youll think some more. In the end though, whatever you do is going to be wrong. But sometimes you gotta take risks, right? Have i ever, in my life. Are you gonna? “Youre good at everything. You just actually work on the things you love.” I LOVE YOU. GOODNIGHT WORLD (goodnight moon) (goodnight chair) (goodnight needless ball of yarn on the floor) -Kat p.s good song DAYLIGHT-Matt and Kim

r a while all you want to do is listen to Stars and do your math homework. Yeah, thats how far gone you are right now. You are actually dying to do math. Because what you got going on inside you is anything but logical. AND YOU WANT TO SCREAM(but cant because your dad will get scared.) YOU WANT SOMEONE TO CHOOSE FOR YOU (but they wont because they are way too good friends.) YOU JUST WANT….well, you dont know what you want. Thats pretty much the problem actually. Havent you been paying attention. I just miss writing. Thats why Im doing this. Its different when Im writing. So, what are you gonna do? Let yourself be used? Because in the end, thats what this is. But maybe youll have FUN being used. Its nice to feel wanted. You know its making you feel nice. You wish you felt it more often. (you kinda wish HE wanted you. But no, that would just be ridiculous, right?) So, giving up, you write a blog, and go do math. Tomorrow, youll think some more. In the end though, whatever you do is going to be wrong. But sometimes you gotta take risks, right? Have i ever, in my life. Are you gonna? “Youre good at everything. You just actuallye

Shivering when you arent cold

by TheKat @ 2011-12-01 – 01:30:19

Now let us say, in a completely theoretical, non true, mythical situation, that you are debating doing something you are too embaressed to tell one of your best friends about…gotten into character? You really gotta use your imagination on this one, ‘cause I dont plan on sharing to many detail.
What are you doing?
You are not this person.
But then theres that little bit of you saying, HEY BRAIN, SHUT THE HELLL UP, IM ONLY NOT THAT PERSON BECAUSE IVE NEVER HAD THE OPPURTUNITY TO BE.
And after a while all you want to do is listen to Stars and do your math homework. Yeah, thats how far gone you are right now. You are actually dying to do math.
Because what you got going on inside you is anything but logical.
AND YOU WANT TO SCREAM(but cant because your dad will get scared.)
YOU WANT SOMEONE TO CHOOSE FOR YOU (but they wont because they are way too good friends.)
YOU JUST WANT….well, you dont know what you want. Thats pretty much the problem actually. Havent you been paying attention.
I just miss writing. Thats why Im doing this. Its different when Im writing.
So, what are you gonna do?
Let yourself be used? Because in the end, thats what this is. But maybe youll have FUN being used. Its nice to feel wanted. You know its making you feel nice. You wish you felt it more often.
(you kinda wish HE wanted you. But no, that would just be ridiculous, right?)
So, giving up, you write a blog, and go do math.
Tomorrow, youll think some more.
In the end though, whatever you do is going to be wrong.
But sometimes you gotta take risks, right? Have i ever, in my life.
Are you gonna?

“Youre good at everything. You just actually work on the things you love.”

I LOVE YOU.

GOODNIGHT WORLD
(goodnight moon)
(goodnight chair)
(goodnight needless ball of yarn on the floor)

-Kat
p.s good song DAYLIGHT-Matt and Kim

↓

A stream of something resembling consciousness….

Shivering when you arent cold

Heard