31 de janeiro de 2011

The Bookstore

"When I sit here alone and so full of weary sadness and I think about myself with plaintive yearnings my heart is heavy and all I can do is sit on the hard chair and look out of the window up at the sky. And I can sit here forever and feel so miserably at ease, thinking, making up things and making everything go on so wonderfully for myself, and all along I know it’s only make-believe. But I don’t care. I like to do it so much.
And when I’m not making things up I think about real things and then I almost kill myself with the saddest joy when I think how nice this was and how nice that was and how homely and familiar and peaceful that was and how the day was cloudy and later it began to rain while we were inside in the darkened room where the girl I made up said you’re such a dope but I don’t care. I just want to sit here by the window with my cold hand against my face and just let me alone a little while so I can think awhile. And if no one will bother me I’ll have such a lovely time. There’s so much I want to think about and lay out nicely so I can refer to it again and again and again. Because that’s the way it is with me. I can have such a good time and it would be so unfair and stupid to deprive me of it all for really no reason at all."

And someone recommend me this...so I´ll do the same for you in this It´s Music To Your Hears inside a post. Just like the dream within a dream...yeah.

And yes, I also feel like the highest rated comment on the video...

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