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Thu, Jan. 24th, 2008, 07:58 pm

i have a new journal, -- peacefulvalley
i've had livejournal for the longest time and it's always been a sort of release
a release from what or of what i don't know.
i just have to be honest. i'm always saying be yourself and live how you want to
which i do.
but this journal is falling away from that,
and i know it's not entirely serious, this internet, it's just some place to say things we, or i, can't say out loud or post photographs
which might be a little sad in it's own way but i'm here nevertheless.
truth is i'm really not interesting, or pretty, or anything of the sort
and i'm not trying to be. i promise i'm not.

stay beautiful xx

Sat, Jan. 19th, 2008, 11:10 pm




maybe you'll remember the old man from downtown who sleeps near the sea.
he died. it was in the newspaper a couple of weeks ago. one night he got beat up. and eventually found himself in a home (i think he must have been quite old). and he couldn't remember any of his years spent homeless.
i meant to scan it but like most things i forgot to.

really i can't tell where i'm going - there are thoughts and hopes of course
isn't there always.
but nothing concrete. i guess i'm just enjoying living now for now.
one woman, everytime i see her, asks me if i have a boyfriend
and tells me to get out while i'm young.
but i just smile to myself while walking to the bus stop alone.
they tend to think they know best,
like when he says 'you'll regret it', when i tell him of getting a tattoo.
it makes me think they really don't know me at all

talk to me, if you would like xx

Wed, Jan. 16th, 2008, 08:38 pm



the worst kind of sadness is the kind where there's nothing there to make you sad.
and sometimes you just have to laugh
even if the laugh turns around and into something else
it's letting go.

oh you're so silent jens, well maybe i am. maybe i am.

Fri, Jan. 4th, 2008, 10:20 pm

if i empty all of my insides out on the floor for you to see
there would be mistakes, ink running from pages, darkness, words lots of words
and little pieces of not being good enough,
with a big yellow heart.

take from that what you will.



full of secrets that aren't heartbreaking but healing

(tomorrow we'll be free.)

Tue, Jan. 1st, 2008, 11:01 pm




i saw the most beautiful woman on monday, she was working and you could see she was a little shy. or maybe not, i mean, you can't tell just by looking at someone, can you?
but her hair sort of fell over her eyes and i wanted to take her away, for a while.
take myself away.

maybe we're in everything for ourselves.
naturally selfish and self-obsessed perhaps? or is that something you learn,
i can't tell

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