in my mind

A character in this reality, each of us is a character in each episode. Everyone else is watching in another reality. Who is to say what is known? What if all that is known is just perceived? Everything we know is almost everything that we have been told. If our ancestors figured their own truths, why are we not looking for our own?

-in my mind

Monday, September 24, 2012

Juliar? Juliar? Juliar?

I once sent an e-mail to myself with content I cannot recall where from. My thought is I either wrote it or a lyrics to a second I found, although is closely resembles real life occurrence of multiples people meshed in one. Since my memory betrays me, I feel I can share do to my ignorance.
Enjoy!


Are you done killing me Juliar?
Are you done making me feel unwanted?
You're no good
and you are not good for me
You're just no good

You said you needed some time
That school is stressing you
your parents on your case
and thinking about college
that you want to be friends

Are you done killing me Juliar?
Are you done making me feel unwanted?
You're no good
and you are not good for me
You're just no good

I saw you the next day
you didn't even look at me
and that was slowly killing me
I saw no reflection of myself in your eyes
I no longer exist in your eyes Juliar
Are you done killing me Juliar?

Are you done making me feel unwanted?
You're no good
and you are not good for me
You're just no good

I felt weak
and if I can just tell you how I feel
that maybe we are meant to work
and I can help you work it out
so I walk the dark street alone after my curfew
I wanted to ring the bell
but thought I would surprise you with flowers
so I climbed up to your bedroom window
just to find him and you on your bed
Oh Juliar
Oh Juliar

Are you done killing me Juliar?
Are you done making me feel unwanted?
You're no good
and you are not good for me


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Some stories are fabricated, some stories are imaginative, some stories are not your own, and some are factual, but all are stories that is an individuals and he must share so that he feels the world part of him, not just him part of the world