Rhetorical Concern.

There's a fine line between life and death
and my world is hanging on that thread/threat.
Tiptoeing the line, I'm such a lousy acrobat.
And the umbrella in my hand is full of holes.
Oh if it rained,
if the clouds decided to humiliate me more,
not only would I fall
Fall.
I'd be soaking wet.

Wet.
Like my face and my shoes,
I'm such a picturebook tragedy,
hair's a mess, heart's all torn.
Walking a fine line between
Right and Wrong.

Wrong.
Such a patronizing word.
Oh, what's wrong, love,
oh what's wrong.
And if I sigh and tell you "everything",
nothing's right.
Would you have the power to fix me anyway?

Oh what's wrong, love.
What's wrong?

The red button's been pushed,
the emergency signal's on a loop,
I'm an acrobat losing balance.
What's wrong,
well nothing's right.

What's wrong?
Well, nothing's right.

Refuse

You ever feel trapped standing at a crossroad?
There's 4 exits and no walls closing in on you,
but your brain's shutting down.
It can't choose.
You can't choose.

"Where do I go from here?",
the question replays itself
until it's burnt into your thoughts.
When you read a word too many times
it starts to look foreign,
it starts to not make sense.
"Where do I go from here?"
replayed too many times starts to sound like
I've got nowhere to go from here
starts to sound like
I need to stay here
starts to sound like
I want to stay here.

And there you have it,
4 paths to choose from and no walls closing in.
Yet you're trapped in your own mind,
a cage smaller than any tangible one.
Until your feet's clamped down,
the question's stopped replaying
and all that's left to do
is
stay
still.

There's nowhere for me to go.

Word of the day: Patronize

So, I was thinking right, and that's never a recipe for good news. But, there's right and wrong and black and white, things that are completely opposite in every way, except for like one similarity which they are compared on to figure out that they are the opposite of each other. So why is it that one opposite is easier than the other? Like how, wrong is easier than right unless you're morally uptight or your conscience haunts you relentlessly.

The thought that brought today's ramble along, I guess is. Doubt vs. Faith. Now, they're supposedly the opposites of each other. So why is it that it is so much easier to doubt than to believe? Why is faith, such a simple idea, so complicated to actually have?

Which got me to thinking, what defines complex? Like, I could be here, in my computer stool, worrying about Why We Live, or What My Future Will Be Like, and I think, man this shit is complicated.
Whereas someone in like, Venice is sitting on this parkbench thinking of the same things and thinking, Life Is Good, Life Is Simple.

Which got me to thinking, Man, I'm fucked up sometimes.

Which, proves that I should probably give this thinking thing a rest.
I've been called mature for my age, but I'm genuinely naive about the most simplest things in life. Really, show me a concept and watch me Fret Over It.

When it comes to making mountains out of molehills,
I'm the best architect you could choose.

First.

I took a cue from my good friend Nab, and created a place for me to post some scribbles, thoughts, photos mayhaps when my camera is up and running again. If you're here, you most likely know me irl, or on ino.
I post in acronyms sometimes but I can be a bit of a grammar-nitpicker.
I'm jane, I don't matter much but one day, to someone, hopefully my words will.

I'll start posting when I finish choosing/start looking for pretty templates.