claudiandisorder

today i was listening to 'a season in the sky' off neurosis' newest and a whole wave of depression set in, its been almost 9 months since i've been isolated from my friends and family, all aspects of a human life swept away, all of this coincides with my birthday which is tomorrow....i have a serious case of the block since my laptop arrived, so all i've been doing is changing icons and themes, and fucking around and getting pissed and drawing fuck scenes, i understand now why so many writers go nuts and kill themselves, i'm sure it will be my fate, as i can't vent any aggression aside from writing and smoking a million cigarettes, exercises don't work as they never do.....
i need some fungus to clear my head....

If time is my vessel
then learning to love
might be my way back to sea
if flying the medal
but turning above
these are just ways to be seen

We all get paid
will some get faith before they die?
but to stars we will never gaze
through the holes in your lives

How many days will it take to end?
how many ways to reach your hand? oh
You and I

Oh so swoon baby starry nights
may our bodies remain
you move with me, I'll treat you right
may our bodies remain

There is love to be made
so just stay here for this while
perhaps heartstrings resuscitate
the fading sounds of your life?

How many days will it take to mend?
how many ways to reach your hand?
oh you and I

oh so swoon baby starry nights
may our bodies remain
as deeply move I'll feed you light
maybe our bodies remain
In history I'll treat you right maybe
I'm honest that way, hey!

oh so swoon baby starry nights
-interpol