“IF I am going to be drowned–if I am going to be drowned–if I am going to be drowned, why, in the name of the seven mad gods, who rule the sea, was I allowed to come thus far and contemplate sand and trees?”
Every now and then something happens & I like to think it’s a good thing. But it seems like… it gets ruined somehow or just plain doesn’t work out. And then I kind of rail against it and wonder why I could possibly let myself be so tempted by what seems like a good thing when I ought to know better. In the end it’s like.. why’d I bother? Why’d I let this happen?
Who’d I take you for??
And also:
When it occurs to a man that nature does not regard him as important, and that she feels she would not maim the universe by disposing of him, he at first wishes to throw bricks at the temple, and he hates deeply the fact that there are no bricks and no temples.
[thank you, stephen crane]
So here’s a song, because I like songs and music and stuff, and it says how I feel right now.
And it’s sad.
Damien Rice :: O :: Delicate
we might kiss
when we are alone
when nobody’s watchin’
we might take it home
we might make out
when nobody’s there
it’s not that we’re scared
it’s just that it’s delicate
so why d’ya fill my sorrows
with the words you’ve borrowed
from the only place you’ve known
& why d’ya sing hallelujah
if it means nothin’ to ya
why d’ya sing with me at all
we might live
like never before
when there’s nothin’ to give
well how can we ask for more
we might make love
in some sacred place
that look on your face
is delicate
so why d’ya fill my sorrow
with the words you’ve borrowed
from the only place you’ve known
why d’ya sing hallelujah
if it means nothin’ to ya
why d’ya sing with me at all
why d’ya fill my sorrow
with the words you’ve borrowed
from the only place you’ve known
why d’ya sing hallelujah
if it means nothin’ to ya
why d’ya sing with me at all
