Picking up things we shouldn't read... [Picture post]

I remember a time when words would just flow out of me.
A time when ideas were canvases and my stories were masterpieces.
More and more I'm beginning not to enjoy this like I used to.
More and more I'm realizing I don't know what to do with myself.
I've got cabin fever and I'm thinking you and I should just run for the hills and never look back.
Spencer Smith makes me smile like no one else.
We've got the same eyes, the same laugh. And they say the eyes are the window to the soul and your laugh is your personality in voice. Isn't that right?
Well I don't care what they say.
Because he makes me smile.

A shy sort of smile... which doesn't make any sense at all.
I watch the floating abyss before I go to sleep and pretend it is a reality.
I don't know whether to laugh or stare in awe at the new Panic interview.
This wall is what I look at all the time.

It has calming hues and exciting imagery.
Do you like how I'm trying and failing to be poetic?
Like I said, there was a time when words just flowed from me. Metaphoric waterfalls and descriptive oceans of words. And each story, each post was a lake or a pond. Every word was a cup full of water scooped out of my ocean and placed somewhere else, each single letter was a drop that seeped out of me and went to a better cause. But there's only so much water in the ocean, and when the ocean runs dry, you're just shit out of luck. Because it never rains enough around here.
I'd trace your shadows on the wall so I could kiss them whenever I'm down.
When I fall in love no matter what I'll make whoever it is I'm in love with stand still and let me trace their shadow.
So that when they leave me and I've got nothing left I'll have one more thing to remind me.
That's just how life works.
But there is one person I know who will never, ever leave me.

And her 'meow' sounds like 'mom' in my ears.
It really does, and I will love her forever. Even when we're old and grey, we'll have each other and nothing will ever change that.
I've been wondering a lot lately about what will happen to Panic.
If they will be one of those one-hit wonders that made a huge career mistake...
Or if they will be one of those jaw-dropping revolutionaries. I'm not sure yet but I'm definitely with them through whatever happens.
And this made me feel pretty good about myself.

brainfreezblonde: I'm just saying...people who change tick me off. They were so origional with the circus stuff..and now they're the new-age Beatles.
brainfreezblonde: WTF?
Riyukko: Bands have to mature and grow as people. When they were seventeen, they were into circusy deep lyrics, synths and crazy makeup. But they're over that stage now and they want to try something simpler. Maybe one day they'll find a common ground in it all but for now you either support them or you don't. And I support them. And I'm sure as hell going to be laughing at the people who didn't when they change again and come back ten times better than before and all those people who called them posers and said they hated them are going to look like indecisive morons.

The girl needs to get a grip on reality and realize that she's either there for them or she's not, and if she's not, it's her choice but she should give them a chance.
And I'm staying so true to my promise... I swear to god I'm trusting them until the end of time.
But no seriously, people who change tick her off? What's that, the entire planet's population? Yes, yes it is.

And I leave you on a less serious note with some pictures that may or may not look artsy or stupid, you decide. I liked them, anyway.




Xoxo.
It looks like the end of history...
Oh no, it's just the end of the world.