if you measure the world by what you leave behind...

today has been one of those days. you know, the kind you just want to fast forward. and when you realise you have to live through them, you just want to curl up in a ball and die for twenty-four hours. there's a quote i read yesterday:-

"Knock Hard, Life is Deaf"

strange, somehow text just jumps out of the page at you. or songs just speak to you. force you to listen whilst they ring true to your heart. makes you stop and think. i like books like that. they're the ones you keep.

there's a line in a song i'm trying to think of... but the Streets are playing. i don't like the streets. they make me feel dirty, like they're forcing me to experience something i am hitherto naiive of. or am forcing myself to ignore. even americans aren't that depressive. everyone loves them though. especially the germans, the dutch and the english. i guess that's their appeal.

i think its a powderfinger song.

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the end of something i did not want to end
beginning of hard times to come
but something that was not meant to be is done
and this is the start of what was