Easy I Love You, As I Watch You Glide
Its that time again!
That time when nothing I do, think, or feel makes sense to myself and all I want to do is lay around and read by myself.
I remember getting really pissed off at my dad once years and years ago when we were in an argument about something silly and he called me an escapist.
The truth hurts.
I almost wish we didn't have language. Then talks wouldn't have to happen, because everyone would rely so much more on instinct, gut feelings, and mood shifts. We wouldn't have to ask why who what when where how, we would just know what to do to change the mood for the better and do it, then leave it at that. Everything would be so much more natural and easy and less--well... less grating.
I should have been raised in the woods far from humanity and social situations, like Nell.
That time when nothing I do, think, or feel makes sense to myself and all I want to do is lay around and read by myself.
I remember getting really pissed off at my dad once years and years ago when we were in an argument about something silly and he called me an escapist.
The truth hurts.
I almost wish we didn't have language. Then talks wouldn't have to happen, because everyone would rely so much more on instinct, gut feelings, and mood shifts. We wouldn't have to ask why who what when where how, we would just know what to do to change the mood for the better and do it, then leave it at that. Everything would be so much more natural and easy and less--well... less grating.
I should have been raised in the woods far from humanity and social situations, like Nell.