Oh aching soul. Emotions acting as children spinning on a merry go round. Music envelopes my every breath. In through my ears, down my throat causing a rush of feelings to pour out of my eyes in the form of tears. Breathing is hard but you push through it. Your eyes swell as you type each word.
I’m not here.
I’m not here.
You see the world vibrate with colors of purple and red. your hands no longer yours they leave you to join the rest. Why are you always left behind you wonder. Colors are more vibrant now so you breath them in.
You’re folding deeper and deeper into yourself with your eyes wide open as you shed your skin and evolve into something new.
Peering down into the depths of the earth, you lose your balance.
Peering down into the depths of the earth, you can find your soul.
Peering down into the depths of the earth, you can hear the birds.
Peering down into the depths of the earth, you can feel her more.
Peering down into the depths of the earth, you can feel her move.
The earth, she calls you.
The earth, she loves you.
The earth, she swoons you.
The earth, she pulls you.
Into her depths she pulls you down. Into the depths she shows you.
rage, raging waters clear blue skies. Each wave sends me in a new direction. Focus. Can’t seem to catch it nor keep it. I’m all over the place. Emotions, decisions. My path is neither righteous nor stable. I’m creating earthquakes, life changing earthquakes that keep me on the ground.
I just want to breathe fresh air again.
Stuck in an endless daydream.
Thoughts often wander. Some times for hours.
Thoughts quickly wander.
Stray thoughts wandering thoughts.
No thoughts. My thoughts. Your thoughts. Our thoughts. Their thoughts. His thoughts. Her thoughts.
is the concept that points of view have no absolute truth or validity.
Stolen from wiki.
I live in Texas for a reason. There is not supposed to be ice covering my car
So I recently decided to jump my ship of denial and join the much more fun ship that is netflix. I’m absolutely addicted!! I’ve been watching movies non stop at all hours of the night. I’m drunk off of it. I may as well be going out and partying every night because when i wake in the morning to go to school I want to kill myself due to lack of sleep! I didn’t think it could get any worst until I discovered SNL. I have successfully watched seasons 1-25 in a two weeks. Is that normal? Should I seek help?!
A few things about SNL. How on earth did it go from the way it was then to how it is now? How do people laugh at the content of the show now a days? I guess it’s the same with music though. People have just become more dummer ;). Anyways, I have developed a major crush on Chevy Chase. I’ve always thought he was funny but now he is funny and stunningly cute. Plus that smile and that butt chin. Oh man!!
I guess I really just want to say: Dear Netflix, I love you but I hate you. You have become the man in my life. You make me cry and laugh, curse and rejoice. I will leave you one day but until then, I just have to say that I’m in love with you!
A crowded room full of people trying to learn. A miss shaped door.
Suddenly this full room is down to 5 maybe 6. The ceiling has been taken away to reveal the bare cloudless sky. We sit as if waiting to see a creation of a cloud or a drop of rain. Suspended in the air are the green round tennis balls we just threw up. We can make them float. Suddenly without a thought from us they fall to the ground. Gravity has a hold of them. We sit and wonder why. I lay on my back to admire the sky that is now wearing a veil of uncertainty. I begin to question things. I know what i’ve just created and I feel regretful of it. Scared and unsure I look to the sky for an answer and finally my answer is created. The ceiling closes in and once again I’m trapped in a stale lit room surrounded by popcorn lined walls and ceilings. Time to make a new scene. Perhaps a car driving down a dirt road, or maybe dinner with a friend in the middle of this dirty grassy road. Pushing the gas I exit the car only to be seated with the next person I’ve just created. She is lovely but upset. She is me, only blonde. She cries and questions herself