When The Music's Over.

Even I would expect me to write after all that's happened today.

Smoking alone is not advisable, it kills. R E A L L Y.

I don't know how you do it girl.

And no matter how much time you spend in the shower, some stuff can't be cleansed.

The feeling stays that way.

The lead in the pit of yr stomach, the unbarfed codswallop, if you will.

Sometimes, just sometimes, YOU won't be there to help.

Just sometimes, I'll be alone out there, unprotected.

Behaving like an adult.

I've seen it, and it's scary.

Maybe that's why I'm so into you. Protective charms, summon darkness around me, sooner or later.

How do I explain to thee, that you ARE the beacon.

That you are happiness.

I never expected me to talk like this, but somehow, guilt has started engulfing.

I could make it all right, but maybe I'm a coward.

And I don't have time, either.

I've seen it, and it's scary.

Believe me, staring in the light, isn't all that easy.

I.Die.Everytime.

And it's all my fault.

Maybe that's the thing, I have no one to blame.

I wish we could do this again.

Living two lives isn't ALL that nice, I wish you were here.

The phone is not my best friend anymore.

I've seen it, and it's scary.

A little bit of hell this time.

I experienced pain today, I never knew I could hold such amounts of grief, guilt, and all that, in me.

But I don't wanna be that deep. I've got some friends inside, but that doesn't solace me, AT ALL.

Why, though?

Maybe I AM a loner, maybe yr breaking through that.

Maybe I'm scared, Maybe I'm content.

But then, maybe darker things approach.

Can't wait for dawn?

Neither can I.

I've seen it, and it's scary.

But that's okay.

But that's okay.

|Wind me up, put me down, start me up, and watch me go.|

x.

The darkest hour doesn't come in the night.

I bow down to life.

I love you so much.

Thankyou.

Thank you.

The Big Red Tree

I've let myself listen to Pink Floyd again, and now I'm in this weird mood ALL over again.

Doesnt that happen with you people?

There's just something that, Idk, doesn't leap at you, makes you listen to it at the back of your mind, where its gna affect the longest.

When you dodn't even get why you're actually listening to PF in the first place.

It's dark music, my friend.

You know what else is dark, The Sound Of Silence.

It's like Simon and Grafunkel dare you to not fall in love with the urban-metropolitan-dark-alleyway-long-cloaked-everyone's-a-stranger thing.

I love it, anyway.

'The words of the prophet are written on the subway walls.'

This line KILLS.

Also, Strange Love, by Koop.

That song actaully scared me the first time.

The emotion runs through you, you can actually feel the strength, and the gentle harshness of the song. The posing threat, idk.

It's dark music.

Something that'll depress you immensely, and make you actually believe.

I can't write.

Come away, come away, if yr going.

My love! My life! YOU!

Sarvar!

You hate me right now because I'm not replying but I realised that I just HAD to tell you how awesome you are!

I love you oh-so-much! What would I SERIOUSLY do without you?! How would I sail through my event less life without your presence?

I just love you so much. SO SO SO much. I GLOAT over our bonding. I feel so happy when I CLAIM that you're mine. Your voice takes me to another level of happiness. I love you without an iota of doubt. I love you more than I've loved ANYONE else. I love you with EVERY fibre of my being.

You're the serenity WITHIN me.

Even when I'm not talking to you, I'm talking to myself about you.

I wake up every morning to your 'Baby!xDDD' text and do a little pirouette in the bed itself!

You're the bestest person ever, baby!

Really.

You're my silver lining. I laugh at all our jokes even after we're done talking.

Your voice echoes in my heart and your words pierce through my soul.

My heart feels like a feather upon wind when you tell me how you feel.

I feel so blessed to have you, baby. Really.

I will do everything I can, to make YOU feel as good as you make me feel.

I love you, Sarvar.

-Arshiya.

No, not Acacia.

then, and never.

you just realised that each and evry one of yr idea, has just occurred to a million people.

you just realised yr not the only one who thinks of cool stuff.

yes, cool.

you just made up some lyrics.

guess what, some knocked up band in Ohio did the same.

you feel, just like me, that it would have been fun living in a simpler time.

people had it easy then.

they didn't KNOW.

they didn't get criticised.

people weren't unfair to them.

it was a much simpler time, it had much simpler hearts.

a cake was all it took to make another smile.

a bicycle was all it took to go and meet every one you knew.

the farms were greener, the water was purer.

they didn't KNOW.

the way of the gypsies.

still, believe, sigh.

they didn't know.

we do, and we ignore.

oh yes, the only change that has come about is our conscience, its much more complex.

i cannot think of a single way of doing good, that doesn't have a downside.

can you?

it's always the same, always.

you wouldn't know, you had it easy.

the time has come, for a great flood.

we don't know.

What?! I never make sense.

I love you Arshiya.^^

Bleak?

its just one of those days, just one of those days.

it's really odd how you can control my emotions like this, how I feel a part of yr life, over there.

and, also, how I'm jealous of the other life you have.

how I'm made to think of each and every reason why I want you to come here, and remain, everytime.

it's just one of those days.

what I feel everytime you sigh, has not, till yet, been explained.

if that makes sense.

evrytime i look at what i have of you, just a stupid photograph, i smile to, and at, myself.

look what I got into, look at how perfect it is, and how unstable it may be.

but, this, I know, yr the only one.

it's just one of those days.

C'mon

C'mon

C'mon

C'mon

over par.

you know i want to write.. so much.

i know she wants to write.

i know she wants me to write.

so, yeh.

look around yr room, don't you see a kind of link.

like, say, the balled up sock in the corner, the other of which you've never seen in living history.

and the old, Old OLD Beatles tape that just sits on top of the player, the kind of thing that yr only gonna TRY to play on a hot Sunday.

the unfinished salad on the edge of the bed.

the rusted wine goblet that you love so much, and have stood up for it when everyone wanted to throw it out.

the set of novels that have just been given to you, and you've been told they're good, but you KNOW yr never gna read them.

all these things kind of look to you, stare at you.

the things that you try to USE when yr writing shit.

or when yr sitting infront of the door, staring in space.

the creepy vibes of the goblet, the tape reminding you of a much simpler time, when people believed in free love.

the sock, significant, reminding you of the amount of football you used to play after you'd finish yr homework, when you were in seventh grade.

my room is creepy.

yes it is.

i love you arshiya.

*~*

pick yr poison.