Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Δολοφονία για την επιχείρηση

I couldn't stop myself
I knew I'd do it again
But I could heal myself,
If I could feel your skin
And if I comprehend this moment
I know we'll live again
And if I heal your wound
We will make love again
And now we're slipping through this millenium
We should feel sorry for the people
Can I kiss your skin?
And there's hunger in the desert.
And missiles in the sky
And every soul is interwoven
Before the wrong or right
I know we'll live again
Though it's just a feeling
I know we'll never end
I'll keep you company


How long will I last like this? How long?

Προχωρημένες ώρες

Late long hours as I sit here in China Town and type. Hanoi Rocks "Don't You Ever Leave Me" up loud on the stereo.... One of the slowest nights for me in a very long time. I guess everyone is over it after Memorial Day Weekend huh?

Thoughts crossed my mind of wanting kids tonight. Strong thoughts. Almost an instinctual feeling came across me. The thought has never scared me. I just find beauty in freedom. Freedom to take your time, to be selfish, even freedom to procrastinate. Thats the beauty of my lifestyle right now. But I think I would have a lot to offer. It's a lot to ponder.

As of right now, I'm just starting to feel like I'm actually growing up in so many ways. I spent a great, great deal alone when I was young. Especially the time when all my Father, Mother and Brother were cab driving at the same time at night. It was completely normal to find myself home alone @ 12 years old til 2am or later. I figured an awful lot about living, and keeping myself busy. I grew up independent, street smart, and logical for the most part. But, i also lacked a lot of guidance. Guidance that transforms into becoming an adult. Managing money, simple things... I lacked these skills. I'm finally mastering these things. It feels good.

One more hour to go....