~ staying afloat, a day at a time ~

Thursday, January 19, 2012

baby, i'm a dreamer..

There are dreamers, and there are realists in this world. You’d think the dreamers would find the dreamers and the realists would find the realists but more often than not, the opposite is true.You see, the dreamers need the realists to keep them from soaring too close to the sun.
And the realists? Well, without the dreamers, they might not ever get off the ground.” 

idealism is beautiful, its art
  its emo and theatre and romance
  all at the same time and pace
  it gives one life and movement
  and makes u do crazy thingsIt makes you brave and bareall at the same timei think we have confused illusions with idealismwhen have I felt, trulyLet aside my head and said am actually going to feel?
There's a childlike notion


The world has conditioned us
Us getting up and going to work each day cause we have to survive

which we all do everyone is a mix of both
life makes us choose paths
So the idealist in me..is going to see France and Italy this yearthe realist is planning to save and stay in hostelsI love the sheer romance of it all. 
but my heart wants to live in Europe (she's heard too many stories, read too many books and watches movies way past her bed time)I want to read - i want to travel - and most days? I want to live

                    I love that I can choose to get off the ground. 

Sunday, January 15, 2012

it's us by association

i acquaint you now ever so casually
with lyrics and tunes
your touch tingles more than it tantalizes
our journey's been etched onto my skin now
i don't need a tattoo to remind me of you
everything intensifies
and my body tightens
thoughts frighten me cause i'm ardent
i'm deep
i'm stubborn
i'm you and what's more is
you're me
how did that ever come to be?
over voicing the last so many years?
i thought i was sharing
instead i was doing more
you know me now
the past has made my skin tougher than yours
made it coarse
and you come along suddenly trying to soothe my scales
your balms are addictive
as is your voice
my throat is closing
and here we go again

there is a clock
we are in it
history knows us by name now
she knows you
she sees me
you said you knew me yesterday
you kissed my hand
you said i blushed
i hear these songs
you've badgered them into my being
i cannot associate music alone
it is you
do not time me

how do you associate me?
do you see me whole?
do you see all of me? all my facets?
do you see me?
can you still love me?
if yes, then..
here we go again
can we go back to the cafe now? to yesterday?