7.5.10

I'm looking at people's faces. They're a bit scary, a bit beautiful. I think about how deeply they feel on certain issues: economics, music, literature, global warming; and I think about how careful we are about one another and how we are careless about ourselves.


The evasive side of you makes me feel happy.

I'd want to post pictures on here and tell you vague stories about my life and/or feelings but then I'd sound like every other girl trying to make a living writing, or looking so cool for their boyfriends or listening to music they'd never listen to in a million years but do it anyway cause the scene manual says so.

I feel that a difference needs to be made in my life. I feel like I'll need the power to move somewhere and be someone.


I'm not too worried about anything else but myself lately. This is what happens when you grow up. You want to be a grown up. I want to live in the woods and the mountains and I want to write poems and stories about the animals and the trees but mostly the wind. We all think we hate you but in the end you're our best friend.


I want to be jealous sometimes but I can't force myself to be. I despise people because in the rule book it says I have to. I fall back a little when you mention names or when you talk about things because I don't want to hear about people. I want to hear about the world. We always have the best conversations when we talk about the world, music, politics, and life. It's the way we work. I try to be jealous and sometimes I want to be because I shouldn't be comfortable but then I realize that I have connections too. Maybe you may be uncomfortable about how often I mention them but it's only because I feel that they have taught me so much, even if they treated me like dirt. We all learn. It's life. get used to it.



I want to write a story about someones life and live it with them in my words.


Let's get an interview with a stranger and I'll tell you my story too.

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