I was out today, and I decided to look at the stars...
It's been so long since I've just looked up. It makes me a bit sad. What's wrong with the world when a once aspiring astrophysicist doesn't look at the stars. So long since I've just gazed, since I've just pondered away, drifted for a while.
"I'll take my clothes off and it will be shameless, 'cause everyone knows that's how you get famous"...
I had a nightmare. It's probable all the scary movies I've been watching lately:
Resident Evil
Silent Hill
Van Helsing
Queen of the Damned (1/3 only, cause it sucked)
28 Days Later
28 Weeks Later
Doom
(Zombie flicks room~)
But the scariest thing about my dream is that there where no zombies. The only thing there were dead cats, and a scary rehashing of old scars. Anyway as soon asI woke up, I got rid of the remaining bad juju, not that there was much left, just a dead flower, a paper, and a ticket I recently found...
I feel a bit...unsatisfied, though. Even though you can get rid of what left of some past, throw it away, erase it and forget, you'll still have the scars...
WIDGETIZE