We Will Become Silhouettes - The Postal Service
A stream of late-night consciousness;
Let’s get lost. I’m serious. I don’t want to find myself, because there is nothing to find but an emptiness that I wish to leave behind. Let’s get lost. Far away from here to a place where nothing makes sense. I think the confusion would be enlightening. I have known too much in my life. I have been too aware of the little tiny depressing details. I have seen the broader strokes that only lead to sameness. I don’t need that anymore. I need difference. Every day, every moment, something different to invigorating my creativity and stir life back into my comatose soul. Let’s go to nowhere in particular. I heard that nowhere in particular is a wonderful place filled with the thrill of uncertainty. Simply put, a structured life is a poorly written script. I don’t want to memorize any more lines nor follow any predetermined cookie-cutter paths. I want to escape! So let’s get lost. We won’t know where we are going, but we will be going… somewhere. We won’t know whether success is in our sights or headed towards utter failure. We won’t know many things, but it sure beats this drudgery of predictability. So what do you say? Want to dive head-first into the unknown with me? I can’t guarantee your return, or mine for that matter, but I can guarantee that our lives will never be the same again.
"I wanted to walk though the empty streets and feel something constant under my feet."
sometimes I kiss people I shouldn’t kiss and let them unbutton my jeans sometimes I leave English class without asking and walk in angular circles until I can hear the blood rushing under my skin sometimes I run until I can’t breathe sometimes I sit in the rain sometimes I sleep for six hours in the middle of the day
sometimes I drive too fast and listen to my music so loud that it hurts sometimes I drink until everything goes black and I don’t remember talking about you all night (even though I do)
sometimes I cry about books and about people who died hundreds of years ago sometimes I don’t cry even though I want to more than anything sometimes I ignore the people I love sometimes I hold myself to keep everything in because you are not here to do it
sometimes I think I’m alive sometimes I think I probably never will be"