Me? Nephrite. aka Jade. Stone, first and foremost. Being human comes later. Nah. I'm just kidding. Film fanatic. Lit Major. Loves books (DUH). Dragon baby. Don't watch much TV. I want to live like its the last moon rising and scream, just like no one's there. Here, I might lose all of my control. Don't blame me later if you don't wanna heed my warning. sometimes I say things that don't come out right but its all in the heat of the moment. It's not too late for you to turn back now. In these Invisible Cities I will build by myself, I hope you will enjoy yourself. The city will be made of green and black. There will be no bed of roses, but a crown of thorns. There will be wilted red roses and drooping stalks of violets. There will be rainbows, but with no pots of gold. There will be more rain than sun, more tears than smiles. What? Did you think this was some kind of fairytale? Baby, wake up and smell the flowers. There are none. Where did the flowers go? I don't know. And then you will see the world through my eyes.






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is there nothing
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Nephrite at 11:59:00 PM


is there nothing more that i can find faith in?
must there be as many curt and abrupt situations as there is?


the silver of light shines on my desk
revealing its cluttered state
so much like my life

day in and day out
what am i fighting for
what am i trying yet to achieve?

i strive to seek the answers
but the ones i get are short, cold and curt
can i for once get some assurance?

i am not asking for things to be set in stone,
or for the sun to set in the north
what i need is simplicity in that answer
and even that i cannot get.











i skipped out on the bbq today.
im sorry.
i picked a heavy discussion with a friend today.
and it didnt turn out well.
which makes everything so much harder than it alr is.
is it so wrong to nail ur hopes on one thing?
because then if u tried nailing ur hopes on too many u're considered selfish
so when my time comes, whoever is listening, or reading, please, tell me what i can or cannot do.
it has crumbled too many times before.
i think im going to crumble even more.



sometimes i wonder.
why are we even friends?
how did it become like this.



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