this song

is beautiful in more ways than one.


and it reminds me of someone i know.
(or used to know?)


(past+present, not all of it is relevant now. she is alive.)


she's a song unsung, she's the wild orchid in your ugly swamp. she's a song unsung and the only white walls of her mind know what that song sounds like. the pills, the pills, and the doctor's promises just ain't doing the trick, cause the arms of nothing she falls asleep in can still bring the razor to the wrist. the tv screens, the magazines scream at you like the dogs of hell - advertising and advising you to be anyone but your beautiful self. prince charming never brought you flowers, just loveless lifetime alone. no roses for you, just unlocked doors and the deafening silence of your phone. so block your ears, close your eyes; remember that you're a golden soul fallen from the boring, heartless hollywood heard of lies that they call "beautiful"

with no shoulder, no hand, no body, no man, no door, no heart to let you -- the sun can take too long to end the endless night; i hear you, i feel you, i bleed with you when our hearts begin to scream: "this life can feel too long" but at night, you're dancing through the pain even when you're the only one. no rose, no sky as full of the beauty of the girl who dies, but rises with every morning's sun alone. she dances alone, alone -- so beautiful. alone -- her own romance; alone -- lady lazarus' life-sustaining dance.






hanging out with mark tonight was rad.
and i really missed sushi.