I travel through time and space.
I am 907-years-old, from the planet
Gallifrey, that fell victim to the Time War.
I am, a Timelord.
If that doesn't prove my nerdiness,
I don't know what does.
Inside a tiny blue box.
It's bigger on the inside.
Time And Relative Dimension In Space.
I can make the stories of the
Doctor Who
universe approachable, intriguing
and terrifying.
Count the shadows,
for the love of God,
count the shadows.
Don't blink, don't even blink.
Blink and you're dead.
The angels have the phone box.
Service
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
The truth about..
Things stop getting frightening
and start getting real.
All you hear is
"your future this" , "your future that"
and "where will you be in 5-10 years?"
What?!
How the hell am I supposed to fathom that?
The truth is, as much as
I can't wait to get out of this
dull, monotonous lifestyle,
I'm terrified to leave this safety net.
Plummet into the world of adulthood,
planning a future.
The 4-year-old inside my brain is
screaming.
and start getting real.
All you hear is
"your future this" , "your future that"
and "where will you be in 5-10 years?"
What?!
How the hell am I supposed to fathom that?
The truth is, as much as
I can't wait to get out of this
dull, monotonous lifestyle,
I'm terrified to leave this safety net.
Plummet into the world of adulthood,
planning a future.
The 4-year-old inside my brain is
screaming.
By God, I miss you.
I'll never regret anything of you.
It'll be years down the road
and you will cross my mind.
Remember,
I loved you.
I wouldn't change a thing.
You've been with me through so much.
I'll think of you later,
with nothing but a fondness.
You meant so much to me.
You mean so much to me.
I'll never regret anything of you.
It'll be years down the road
and you will cross my mind.
Remember,
I loved you.
I wouldn't change a thing.
You've been with me through so much.
I'll think of you later,
with nothing but a fondness.
You meant so much to me.
You mean so much to me.
Drowning in the classical.
Floral scents travel the path
of twirling feet.
En pointe is dancing on top
of the world.
Swimming in living art.
Light of the stage is the sunshine of
my world.
Broken woes and calloused toes.
Hidden behind tulle and bows.
A secret hell inside a world where silence
yells.
Floral scents travel the path
of twirling feet.
En pointe is dancing on top
of the world.
Swimming in living art.
Light of the stage is the sunshine of
my world.
Broken woes and calloused toes.
Hidden behind tulle and bows.
A secret hell inside a world where silence
yells.
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