your past always bites you in the ass.

dying to be perfect

i havent been here in a while i know, stop your bitching. done? so going through my mind, as one does. i came across a filling cabanet that i store somewhere in my frontal lobe. How deceiving pictures can be. a picture paints a thousand words makes more sense now doesn't it? a photo is perfect, a moment captured in time. in your strife to be perfect have i ever crossed your mind? can you do without? move forward? Is my mere existance just worth a piece of paper with plastic smiles and done up hair?

"met haar liefde koud in haar bed, oorreed sy haarself sy moet mooi lyk, al is dit net vir hom. Die skerwe van haar lewe le perfek in haar spieel. roosblaar lippe.sonstraal hare.duisterblou oe. die verbintenis tussen die volmaaktheid van n foto en die besluit?"- shaun klaasen.

it's like having a fly in your chardonnay, a half smoked cigarette and a good bye via sms. just like that. throw your tantrum. out the door everything goes. everything you have worked on to better yourself. how much is that picture worth to you after you have sat and stared at it for a day? like words spoken , it can never be UNspoken to mend a broken heart, the picture can be edited , yes, but the purity of it remains. the raw rock cut fizzer is stuck to it. how do you make someone see your heart.

so soet soos heuning so bitter soos botter.

sometimes being everything for everybody else leaves you with nothing left for yourself.your sanity becomes another mans insanity.
n nuwe lag se ego skeer die stilte lang verwag.
vir jou sal ek my trane gee en jy kan dit bere in jou bottel.


She grew up on a side of the road ,Where the church bells ring and strong love grows. She grew up good She grew up slow Like American honey

Steady as a preacher.
Free as a weedCouldn't wait to get going' But wasn't quite ready to leave
So innocent, pure and sweet
like American honey
There's a wild, wild whisper Blowing in the wind Calling out my name like a long lost friend
Oh I miss those days as the years go by,Oh nothings sweeter than summer time
And American honey
Get caught in the race Of this crazy life mind
I just wanna go back in time To American honey.

There's a wild, wild whisper Blowing in the wind Calling out my name like a long lost friend
Oh I miss those days as the years go by
Oh nothings sweeter than summer time And American honey
Gone for so long now,I gotta get back to her somehow To American honey
Ooh There's a wild, wild whisper Blowing in the wind
Calling out my name like a long lost friend
Oh I miss those days as the years go by
Oh nothings sweeter than summer time
And American honey.

American honey- lady antebellum

burn

you must never forget where you came from or where you are going in your life.
your road might be covered in a thorn bush or a beautifull grass pasture.
out of wich one would you emerge from stronger?

defenition of pyro
:n. pl. py·ros
Slang
1. A person who has a compulsion to set fires; a pyromaniac.
2. A display of pyrotechnics.

a single boxs of matches can burn a path or ruine it.
in the words of leon's " Dont ever be a corner stone"

when the road keeps calling up yonder.

a conversation to push or to pull?

Mr. Nothing's got a lot
He's got a lot to say
He's good at being what he's not
Gives nothing away
Another day goes on by
And he never speaks his heart
He takes his chance with what he's got
It's too late now to stop

You push and you pull and struggle with the knot
It's tying you up while you're fadin'
You give and you take and take what you got
Round and round 'till it breaks and
You push and you pull and struggle with the knot
It's tying you up while you're fadin' into your lie

Mr. Nothing is late

He's running out of time
He questions whether chance or fate will ever show a sign
Looks to the sky above
For a glimpse of what it means
And never never never make
Make no sense to him

You push and you pull and struggle with the knot
It's tying you up while you're fadin'
You give and you take and take what you got
Round and round 'till it breaks and
You push and you pull and struggle with the knot
It's tying you up while you're fadin'

You push and you pull it

Civil twilight. letters from the sky.

One of these days the sky's gonna break
And everything will escape, and I'll know
One of these days the mountains are gonna fall
Into the sea, and they'll know

That you and I were made for this
I was made to taste your kiss
We were made to never fall away
Never fall away

One of these days letters are gonna fall
From the sky telling us all to go free
But until that day I'll find a way to let everybody know
That you're coming back, you're coming back for me

'Cause even though you left me here
I have nothing left to fear
These are only walls that hold me here
Hold me here, hold me here

One day soon I'll hold you like the sun holds the moon
And we will hear those planes overhead
And we won't have to be scared
We won't have to be, we won't have to be scared

You're coming back for me
You're coming back for me

You're coming back to me