February 4th, 2003

sleepy

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I've just realized that I've taken all seven of the Endless inside myself. I know their worlds, I know their powers, I know how they affect me. I can open up any of the facets at will and exist completely within that domain. In fact, every major feeling-surge I've had for quite a while can be easily and unambiguously categorized as one of those seven . . . and I can definitely point out the seven different types, and times when I've felt them.

That's really unbelievably creepy.

I'm going to bed now.

(This entry won't make any sense if you haven't read Sandman, and a questionable amount of sense even if you have.)
sleepy

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Let it slide overhead
When I believe in you my soul can rest
But as love that's really love can never fail
But fail it does
When we shine like the sun
You seem the only one my only friend

You're so pretty in white pretty when you're faithful
So pretty in white pretty when you're faithful

I resigned from myself
Took a break as someone else
It's like we've come undone
But I've only just become inflatable for you

You're so pretty in white pretty when you're faithful
So pretty in white pretty when you're faithful

When you're faithful, when you're... faithful

I don't mind most of the time
But you push me so far inside

You're so pretty in white - Pretty when you're faithful...


you know, there are some songs that used to hurt, but stopped.

And there are some that still do, and I tend to skip those - eventually they'll stop.

this one . . . I don't know. in a way it hurts. in a way it doesn't. it just makes me think, I guess.
  • Current Music
    Bush - Inflatable