| yesnomaybeso |
[Jul. 10th, 2009|01:38 am] |
and then.
someone told me to take one day at a time.
i have
its changed my life.
i took things too seriously. i forgot the whole meaning of life,,,, that there isnt a whole meaning of life.
i got carried away with everything that doesnt matter. however i got to this point isnt significant now.
so ill make a masterpiece. ill call it the revelation and it will be this moment.
i want energetic and glittering tension. i want goodmornings and goodnights. i want wiggling toes and gasping mouths and orange juice.
but i am no mary poppins and those are old paintings i cant jump back into. they were created and now they are still life, stuck in the moment, never alive again. thats okay, because this moment is different, but it is new and new is exciting and intriguing.
i guess everything takes some getting used to. i guess what i used to get can no longer be got. but there is more and more and endlessly more
hey you, there is a then and it is coming.
until then
i dont mind because
i just cant get enough |
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| i miss people playing with my feet |
[Jul. 1st, 2009|11:50 am] |
its called a breakup because something is broken. its true. ive been reading all my entries when things were one piece and strong. when i had your doors shirt as a token of love. now youve got it, and its just a old black shirt with a really great band plastered on the front. and that makes my heart sink a little bit, because what a comfortable shirt that was. but ive got other shirts, that have been around longer and have more experience and loyalty than that shirt wanted to give, ever. when things really need to work out, they do. at first I felt like Christopher Columbus must have. I thought there was an edge and my dropping off completely was imminent. But ive been exploring the world and its defiantly round and pregnant with opportunity. Opportunity that has much more potential than my ex-life. So im not scared. Its not the last 4, maybe 6 months im going to miss. its the late nights with marijuana and work uniforms and silliness, its the many bed sheets, its the first trips with wiggling toes, the long drives with vocal chords taunt, the chicago. ive got a nice joint here, so cheers!
for a long time what i saw as my reality and what i wanted my reality to be were mismatched, eyesight fogged. i was waiting for a change and here it is. and i feel it all, the bitter salt and tumbling leaving me upside down gasping for air. but 80% of the time im riding those waves like a pro! lifes like a garden and ive got to weed it out, let the flowers bloom with brilliance and really smell the roses!
Ive got to give an informational speech. I decided to do it on the positives of marijuana use. so im going to be standing in-front of my class preaching about weed, im pretty excited. prolly have a little sesh before my big performance haha anyway, if anyone has any thing that could help id really appreciate it. i really believe in this and want to spread the wordd
"there must be quite a few things a hot bath cant cure, but I dont know many of them" |
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| "im not drunk im just happy" |
[Jun. 28th, 2009|06:00 pm] |
you know when youve been having a day that makes your heart feel like a soggy sponge and then someone does something and you absorb so much love you dont know what to do with it. well thats what im feeling now. jose is one of the best friends i have ever met, not to mention the best male ive ever met.
birthdays were the worst days, now i sip champagne when im thirstayy, uh!
-biggie |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 24th, 2009|10:59 am] |
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ive packed a change of clothes and its time to move on |
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| Robert Frost |
[Jun. 19th, 2009|10:58 am] |
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"Happiness makes up in height what it lacks in length" |
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