ArrowWe're all living a lie this world has fated us to. There are lies that bind families together and keep lovers apart. An underlying fear of words are unsaid in everyday gestures. Plays of movements and looks, of lies and pretending. We say we don't want to come back, but we do anyway. Everyday is another lesson learned and another day lost.Arrow
Employing faux identities defined by ghastly customs, Who do we really think we can be? Someone says we make mistakes. Another says it's the best we've ever done. No one can just take the lesson and move on. We fret about others who wi
The Decay of KnowingI read every word you've written on my walls, I thought Shakespeare could have been more clever than that. Simple series of characters define different curves in a person's being. Some curves are edgy, while others are just too slow.The Decay of Knowing
Golden words on gray backgrounds... Splatter of tears on pink satin dresses... Musical instruments with notes still unmade sit on piles of dust... Hands are too weary to clean anything up...
Hands are stained with colourful paints. Elegant books are unread, ignored. Canvases moist with paints dry out during a cloudy day. Rocking chair
As Much as I Ever CouldThe remains of tomorrow are in my hands. The success of yesterday is in your mind. The ground where we once stood has already fallen apart. Winds have already swept away the pigments that colour your skin. You kindly opened your lips and welcomed my heart's devotion. If it had been possible, I would've wrapped our arms around each other. I would've played with your lips at least once. All this before the past and the present had to become so distant.As Much as I Ever Could
Never had I found a soul so pure, Would I have tainted it with ink? Would I have broken it? Maybe I already did without kn
The Sound of Settling
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I practiced all my sainthood / I gave to one and all / But the rumours of my virtue / They moved her not at all.
--Tegan and Sara, "Sainthood"
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Fake your own death and live the life you've always been afraid of living.
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I practiced all my sainthood / I gave to one and all / But the rumours of my virtue / They moved her not at all.
--Tegan and Sara, "Sainthood"
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