Sunday, January 31, 2010

vacillant



balancing out life, prioritizing, realizing, trying to figure out if my real dreams are really that hard to make happen. on the verge of getting the fuck out of here. i really wonder why i was born in this particular country and city, i was clearly misplaced. i'm beginning to think that dissatisfaction really is the human condition and that no decision is going to make me happy.




When I grow up, I want to live near the sea
Crab claws and bottles of rum
That’s what i’ll have staring at the seashell
Waiting for it to embrace me
 
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