My life is a tangle of confusion. One minute I think I'm flying, the next I think I'm drowning. When I'm surrounded by many, I still feel alone. I am doused in my own thoughts, which overpower me. Like vines, the more I fight them the tighter they get , around my mind, overwhelming me with the world. I can see, but only in a limited sense. I am very nearsighted. Mentally and phyisically. I cannot see far ahead. The path ahead is fuzzy. There is a mist, and it bellows my name, envelopes my senses, and releases me into chaos, disguised as composure and order. I am following a map, but the roads have no names, and there is no north, east, south or west. It is blank and I have a pen. I am drawing my own path, but my hands are shaky, and the roads don't always go in the direction I intend to draw them towards. I am traveling across a golden prairie, a strawberry coloured sunset glows in the air, dispersing colors through clouds as translucent drops of water float down to the ground. Liquid gemstones reflecting a convex image of the world. Everything appears smaller and brighter. This is the utopia in my mind, full of fall coloured trees. The rest of the world is coloured like spring: Pastels, bright blue skies, clouds so puffy and white, with flashing silver linings. I remember the world looked like this, in the eyes of a child. In the eyes of this child. The world was so different to me. And only now when the sweet smell of foliage enters my lungs, can I see the world from this view. This view so broad and clear. As if at the top of a canyon, looking down on an entire world. I'm floating and I don't know where I'm going. The soft breeze is drifting me away, to mossy havens, where its soft and pine needles fragrance the air, gently. I need to get away to a place like this. Where I can only hear the voices of nature. No distracting sounds to lead my mind astray. At one point in time, the world seemed to make sense to me. Now its just a jigsaw puzzle, and I have misplaced a few pieces. My mind is always on the run. I need to lie down, and rest for a minute.
I love writing. I love putting words together. They don't need to be understandable. They just need to project imagery. Imagery of what I am seeing. I cannot see the world for what it is. I imagine it from my own perspective. And my perspective is so different from reality. I think I like it better that way...
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Sunday, March 14, 2010
If you regret, then spend a day doing things that you will never regret.
Why lower standards? Things are better when they're high.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Telling tales.
These lights are flashing, pulsating in the night. Clicking in my ears, a soothing yet dull metronome. My wings are aching from flying all day. But I have found a place to perch tonight, in this branch under the full moon, the stars dotting brightly across the sky. The navy sky glows and I hear crickets. All I can hear right now is crickets... my mind is blank and calm.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Om.
Relaxation is necessary. Taking time to chill and smell the flowers is worth it sometimes. You never know what scents you'll miss.
Today I conquered the beast. The beast named, my bedroom.
Izzy showed me this video today. It's twisted. But it's twistedly beautiful.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Me and Jazzy Jeff got kicked outta Kansas.
The solution to all problems, is, The Roastery. And a single Americano. And possibly a good book, with plenty of pictures.
Monday, March 8, 2010
My heart is racing.
It's alone, frantic, and doesn't know what to do with itself. When it's not distracted with photos, friends, and creating things, it longs for another half. But it won't open up to anyone neither. Stupid heart.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
It's easier to fly when there's nothing on your back.
Still doesn't mean I won't get swept off my feet. It tends to happen occasionally. And I meet someone who's nice to hold hands with :)
The mind is a powerful thing. You can make it do whatever you want it to.
The only thing stopping you from going where you want to be, is you. So lay down your own path, with whatever bricks you want, with whatever method you want, whatever shape and direction you want. You are in the drivers seat.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Sex, Blogs, and Rock And Roll.
Sex exists? The concept of sex has almost expired in my mind. In fact it has temporarily very much expired.
I decided that working in Japan is an option in my life. In fact, at some point it will be a necessity.
I decided that working in Japan is an option in my life. In fact, at some point it will be a necessity.
Monday, March 1, 2010
New outlook.
When life takes a turn towards a direction that you don't want it to go towards. It means that you have change it. And thats what I'm going to do.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
A cloud can appear as anything you want it to.
Do what you love. Love what you do. Do it for yourself. And nobody else.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Raw Addiction.
I realized this morning that it isn't my lack of significant other that's making me sad. I woke up with someone in my arms but I was still sad. There is something missing from my life and I don't know what it is. Or maybe my life has become too fast, and I need to learn to slow down. But now is not the time in my life to slow down. I'm just getting started.
I think monotony is starting to form in my life. I'm addicted to change. I need to go somewhere.
I think monotony is starting to form in my life. I'm addicted to change. I need to go somewhere.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Descention.
I can't help but feel like my world is falling apart. I feel as if I did something wrong. I'm craving drink. And smoke.
The CD was good.
Dear Starbucks kid with the cute smile, that makes me blush a little. You look so sincere and sweet. I wish I knew your name.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Uh, Oh. Statticus got smart.
My bar has been raised 10 feet higher. Jump high boys. And don't trip. Because there are no second chances with me.
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