"you said you like to hear the rain sometimes"
"And all I can do is tell you the truth. Oh, my eyes will tell you the same."
Today was one of those days that made me think of existence in general. i've been subconsciously trying to fit me into other people's shoes all day. in english, i kept wondering what it was like for these characters, playing scenes out in my head. then in gym i was trying to figure out what it was like for the "ghetto" kids, having to listen to my music for once. i didn't think anything of it until i went to pick up my grandmother today. she had a dream about going to visit a friend in the nursing home she was in when she was sick, and as soon as she walked through the door, the room was full of ladies in wheelchairs and walkers just standing there. no matter where she looked, she couldn't find any of the nurses or doctors.
my grandmother told me she always hopes she dreams about my grandfather.
on the way to pick up mom and jake, i saw an accident. it was near the field with the gawdy lights. it looked like a car swirved to the other side of the road, and just as it got to the lawn, another car rammed into the side. it looked like it was right into the passenger side. there were two or three ambulances, five police cars, a fire truck. the hood of one of the car that got rammed was on the lawn, next to the car. on the way back, mom grabbed my wrist tight and kept asking me "is joshua home?" "you're sure he's home?" it was so surreal. all i could think about was someone in an ambulance, just lying there, unresponsive but aware. then i thought of jake being that person. i cried when i got home. because that is something i don't think i could bare seeing.
on the way to pick up gram, the dj on bru was talking about this guy that went to a metal show, Damage Plan, and shot and killed two of the band members and two of the kids in the audience...what the fuck is the world coming to? music was meant to be a way to get away from life, but not in that sense! he murdered four people before he was gunned down.
here's the story
this is one of those days when you wish crying would make people stop hurting...
Today was one of those days that made me think of existence in general. i've been subconsciously trying to fit me into other people's shoes all day. in english, i kept wondering what it was like for these characters, playing scenes out in my head. then in gym i was trying to figure out what it was like for the "ghetto" kids, having to listen to my music for once. i didn't think anything of it until i went to pick up my grandmother today. she had a dream about going to visit a friend in the nursing home she was in when she was sick, and as soon as she walked through the door, the room was full of ladies in wheelchairs and walkers just standing there. no matter where she looked, she couldn't find any of the nurses or doctors.
my grandmother told me she always hopes she dreams about my grandfather.
on the way to pick up mom and jake, i saw an accident. it was near the field with the gawdy lights. it looked like a car swirved to the other side of the road, and just as it got to the lawn, another car rammed into the side. it looked like it was right into the passenger side. there were two or three ambulances, five police cars, a fire truck. the hood of one of the car that got rammed was on the lawn, next to the car. on the way back, mom grabbed my wrist tight and kept asking me "is joshua home?" "you're sure he's home?" it was so surreal. all i could think about was someone in an ambulance, just lying there, unresponsive but aware. then i thought of jake being that person. i cried when i got home. because that is something i don't think i could bare seeing.
on the way to pick up gram, the dj on bru was talking about this guy that went to a metal show, Damage Plan, and shot and killed two of the band members and two of the kids in the audience...what the fuck is the world coming to? music was meant to be a way to get away from life, but not in that sense! he murdered four people before he was gunned down.
here's the story
this is one of those days when you wish crying would make people stop hurting...