Rabbit Hole

I don't wanna be the only one around here 
Everything seemš fallen on death ears 
Come to get you if you make another sound 
Make you an example since you're crawling home 
Anyone who listenš is gonna get this when the water floods down 
To the rabbit hole 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZPPdetZTOx0&ob=av2n

perfect sunday

sooner or later

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?

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 you found? The same old fears.

Wish you were here.

let it fall.

and Listen.  

Selection of Christmas inspirations, from red J.Crew Shoes to sunny snowy mountains.

This is Entry three.

                

Frustration

I don't really want to write this Post.
In fact i want to leave the title and that's it, just the way it is, alone and cold, leave it there and not move it around, squish it, describe it and ruin it.

So yeah, Frustration with a capital F.

illuminated skies

Thursday 15 December, 2011.  (Thursdays are the longest days. The days we learn the most, the days we study the most, the days we build up the most amount of memories.. the days i get inspired and write in here)

This is Entry  # 2


Mixed feelings, emotions. I'm acting, all the time. Without realising. I act as a daily thing, i'm not myself - cause there is no "myself".  i am what i am, which at the moment is an actress. someone else. different people at once  - On the train, i pretend to be all "i've had the hardest day ever and now im listening to music and starring at the moving white landscapes outside" girl.
In class i flirt with the guy opposite me, twirling my hair.
During lunch break i hang out with the older guys and roll on the floor, pretending to be the clumsy, stupid, cute girl. I'm using the verbs "pretending" and "acting" a lot , but what if this really is me? Maybe i really am flirting with the guy opposite me? Maybe i really did have a hard day?
Today i ran into an old friend of mine, and he talked to me as if he didn't know me, even though we once had the closest relationship one could have. I was kind of disappointed, but as soon as i got home, i had a message from him. Which brings me to my next question, do people change? I thought that friend of mine did. But then, when i got his text i realised he's still the same guy..
 i came to the conclusion that people may evolve, learn, and adjust to a certain degree, but each person maintains their identity.. In short, people are who they are.

xx

beautiful zurich last night