"Once upon a time...with those words do all tales start, even when the storyteller does not bother to say them. For once upon a time in everyone's life the world was created, the sun rose, and the stars were fixed in the sky."

-Erik Christian Haugaard

i read that and thought it would be a good way to start a story. but he thought that before i did.

even if i can't think up the story at least i can read it.

"Our sorrows and our joys are mirrored in those of others: and therefore we read."

i am tired...

and i don't really know why i picked this time to post. but i did.

i worked today. and i am glad they are training me at the register. i think it shall be more fun than fries.

not that i mind it much. it just not the best.

my job is getting more fun now that i am getting to know some of the people better.

my mind is going blank. and i am feeling distracted while listening to this amazing song.

it makes me feel like its going to be okay.

even if it isn't.

but you can always hope.

...

I was talking
I was talking to myself
Somebody else
Talk talk talking
I couldn't hear a word
A word you said

He was my brother
I said there was no other
Way out of here
Be my brother
Gotta get out
Gotta get out

I was walking
I was walking into walls
I'm back again
I just keep walking
I walk into a window
To see myself
And my reflection
When I thought about it
My direction
Going nowhere
Going nowhere

No one...no one is blinder
Than he who will not see
No one...no one is blinder
Than me

I was talking
I was talking in my sleep
I can't stop talking
I'm talking to you
It's up to you

Be my brother
There is another way out of here
In my brother
Gotta get out
Gotta get out
Gotta get out of here