sondre lerche. where have you been all my life?

it's very important to take your vitamins in the morning, else you end up like a zombie, sleeping on your couch for 4 hours and eating taco bell because you don't feel like cooking and sitting on the computer instead of cleaning and straightening your greasy-having-a-horrible-hair-week hair at 9 in the evening. iron supplements might seem completely obsolete to you, and you might think it in your best interest to stop taking them because they don't help anyway, but this is most definitely a lie. well, for the most part. vitamins or not, you'd be bored out of your mind with nothing to do, wouldn't you?

i really should find a hobby.

carnivaltown

i took a wrong turn and almost collided with it. a broken-yet-trying-to-stay-alive mexican carnival. in the middle of dallas. something used to happen here. this place was once alive. the place where children's dreams were made to be pirate ship rides and their hunger was soothed with funnel cakes. and we go round and round on the tilt a whirl, trying to forget our worries and cares.

white noise

i desire to shatter this silence with a scream
to force you to hear the truth of who i am
and i've hid in the spotlight for entirely too long
for you to notice that i've been withering

i desire to shatter this silence with a scream
to make you understand how ridiculous you've become
i don't even know who you are anymore
and you don't even notice that you're changing

i desire to shatter this silence with a scream
to show you the error of your underhanded ways
not because i hate you, but because you're hurting others
and i will not allow you to keep manipulating.

i desire to shatter this silence with a scream
to cause the attacks of hell to stop cold
we shouldn't believe all those lies we've been told
and i refuse to let us keep crumbling

i desire to shatter this silence with a scream
because nobody else seems to be talking
and there's so much to be said, yet nothing to say
and i'm the only one that seems to be caring

who are you?

or maybe, the more important question i should be asking is...















who am i?

sunday

what more is there to say, when my whole day has been spent in solitude? what more is there to say when there's nobody to call? what more is there to say, when i've exhausted all my leisure? what more is there to say when i'm back to where i started?


i am completely, utterly, surprisingly, painfully, and absolutely lonely.