run-on sentence

you know that mood you get in
when you really want to write a poem
and you know exactly what emotions you want to express
(because you feel them and they're building and building inside of you
and if you don't write or cry or scream or something,
they'll build and build and build until they can't build any more
until something happens
and they finally burst-- )
but you can't manage to think of how to say it
and all you can do is stare at the screen
and type meaningless sentiments that fail in the end?

Yeah.

That's me.

Tiffany

We talked about all sorts of things.
Music.
Singing.
Majoring in voice.
Dreams.
Breathing.
Parents who suffocate that.
Rebelling.
Becoming my own person.
Losing virginity.

~~~

I kind of wish that I was still that girl who lived for the moments she spent singing with her conservatory-trained manager at Gymboree.

~~~

All I wanted
was to learn to sing.

~~~

It's funny
the way a dream can look so clear in your mind
and then it doesn't look quite the same as it's happening
you forget that this is what you dreamed about
for pretty much forever,
because it looks nothing like the picture you imagined before,
and you doubt that this is what you ever wanted
because your dream looked so perfect
and all of this is so... not.

Contemplation

Always
is a strange sort of word
because it means promises
and forever
and hope.

Never
is a promise, too
and it's forever,
or it tries to be.

But it doesn't hope.
Ever.