Imaginary Tickles
I look at one thing. I study it, drink in the details, learn it's every bit of individuality. I turn my head for one second, distracted by the twinkle in an eye, and look back. Nothing is the same. The reality that I knew has disappeared. One thing that we must all do, is not let our imaginary world take over the harsh reality. We can't continue living in a non-existant world. We'll never understand, that's ok.
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- Name: Toes
- Location: Calgary, Alberta, Canada
I am: gr 12 student. a musician. taken. redhead. interesting. blunt. honest. confusing. dorky. slow. I write lists.
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Tuesday, December 06, 2005
There's always more to learn, just look deep into my eyes...
1 Comments:
I think to be truly emo you'd need to die your hair black. And I'm not talking about going to having it died at a salon. I'm talkng about you doing it yourself without gloves so that afterward your hands are left with evidence of having done the job 'sans' help.
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