the mix tape.

side a:

thank you- by the redwalls
everything- by alanis
at last- by etta james
life is a highway- by tom cochrane
scared- by the hip
throw your arms around me- ben harper & eddie vedder
do you realize?- by the flaming lips
anything- by fiona apple

the b side:

should i recluse?- by the brains
should i speak?- by the reactions feat. my mouth
should i fight?- by been there, done that
should i weep?- by every night and the alones
should i blink?- by missing (live at the moment museum)
should i shake?- by him and the hands
should i still believe in faith?- by heart


i must release. i must. i must!
my heart is burning an uncontrollable fire.
but you
could of fooled me.

tick tock.

shivering thoughts collide
one after another
as dirty snow enters my shoe
i need winter boots-
pace, pace, pace, little legs.

i am a misguided dreamboat
wrecklessly floating on a stream of tears.
i am flawless to some, cryptic to others,
the charm helps me steer.
my open book has no arrows, no signs ahead,
for i can believe,
i can create,
i can pretend.

more than ever, time is shrinking
turns for the better
turns for the worse
i am scared.

i don't want to grow up faster than i already have.

border flatlined.

i want to think i am a woman of many complexes
but, i am easier than fingerpaint.

angst and pain will be revisted again,
my best work, they say.

central park.

i love you.

oh, and hello 2007.