Prodigy's Life in Vague, Enigmatic, Slightly Confusing Terms

This diary does not (entirely) reflect my life, but perhaps my sole purpose of living: to have you leave more confused than you came in. Everything within is the truth, if you can manage to decipher it. Viel gluck, meine landeskunde.


171. Tuesday, February 2nd.

"I've seen a child, he's caught in the sad trap of gravity

He falls from the lowest branch of the apple tree
And lands in the grass and weeps for his dignity
Next time he will not aim so high, yeah, next time neither will I

Now, a mother takes loans out, sends her kids off to colleges
Her familys reduced to names on a shoppin' list
While a coroner kneels beneath a great wooden crucifix
He knows there's worse things than bein' alone

And so I've learned to retreat at the first sign of danger
I mean, why wait around, if it's just to surrender?
An ambition, Ive found, can lead only to failure
I do not read the reviews, no, I am not singin' for you

Well, I stood droppin' a coin into the pit of a well
And I would throw my whole billfold if I thought it would help
With all these wishes I make, I should buy somethin' real
At least a telephone call home."

-Bright Eyes



Update on the war with my roommate: She moved out. I don't think it was because of me, but we can't be sure. 

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