It's around 12 in the morning between the 21st and 22nd May, 2008.
I got home about half an hour ago (which should explain the title) and this felt like it needed to be written. I hope this sends out the right message to everyone reading.
Thanks for being here and taking time to go through my blog, it means a lot.
Don't think twice about leaving comments, be they positive or negative.
Cheers.
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The After-party
I see this girl,
Her skin is marred
By spots and stripes,
And if you join them
They make symbols of love
Across her face.
Everything she sees
And everything she touches
Creates waves through her universe
That rebound off walls
And end up deep inside your soul
Only to resonate.
She finds power in anxiety,
Which is a proliferation to a mood
That cannot be broken
But instead multiplies
To astound the world,
Leaving nothing and no one at rest.
Just feeling this movement
That goes on inside her
Inspires dizziness in euphoria
That you cannot let go of because
It shakes you up and says,
“This is art. This is beauty. This is truth.
And it is lost.”
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