half full... empty... we all want seconds.
A waving ceiling overhead, I welcome lungs welcome the fight for air.
But I gasp it one time, and I know after the moment's relief I will want to dive again.
'Not much is about the destination, but the journey.' It's a nice, natural mechanism in us that keeps us going somewhere. The feet that cannot stop moving, the code in us that pushes us to feel alive.
Maybe it's a constant in us that neither emotion or circumstance will ever change.
I only hope it stays with me forever, but I know that once it leaves me, I'll be content without it.
It's a win/win. A blessing of the experience. Had I a scientific mind ( and i'm working on it)
I'd like to compress my lives overall into an anthology of pete's soul, spanning from bodies 1-4823, it'd be the most intricate LiveJournal EVER. I could see myself ending up being a terrible person, or a great one, or a simple blend of both to which I currently have now.
Perhaps it's just because in my belief, the personality I have is partially innate, and the other is circumstantial from early environmental conditions. Say my childhood events, evolved any other way. Would I be any near the kind of person I'd be now? I guess I'd hate to be a judge. You'd be judging someone who's more than likely had it rough., but would be a normal person outside of mistreatment.
I've been cast in a play this week. However, I may have to shed many hours, and possibly my job to keep up with it through the blessing of school. I don't know how to say why, but I've truly taken a liking to the song "Daughter", by Loudon Wainwright III (Rufus's dad!). And now, I'll be playing a father whose daughter is getting married. Damn that thought is one I'd never think of in a long time.. But something makes me happy about it.
I want to be running while I crave something different.
Just like taking the long way to get home, just to get out of traffic.
It takes the same amount of time, but you feel more progressive.
But I gasp it one time, and I know after the moment's relief I will want to dive again.
'Not much is about the destination, but the journey.' It's a nice, natural mechanism in us that keeps us going somewhere. The feet that cannot stop moving, the code in us that pushes us to feel alive.
Maybe it's a constant in us that neither emotion or circumstance will ever change.
I only hope it stays with me forever, but I know that once it leaves me, I'll be content without it.
It's a win/win. A blessing of the experience. Had I a scientific mind ( and i'm working on it)
I'd like to compress my lives overall into an anthology of pete's soul, spanning from bodies 1-4823, it'd be the most intricate LiveJournal EVER. I could see myself ending up being a terrible person, or a great one, or a simple blend of both to which I currently have now.
Perhaps it's just because in my belief, the personality I have is partially innate, and the other is circumstantial from early environmental conditions. Say my childhood events, evolved any other way. Would I be any near the kind of person I'd be now? I guess I'd hate to be a judge. You'd be judging someone who's more than likely had it rough., but would be a normal person outside of mistreatment.
I've been cast in a play this week. However, I may have to shed many hours, and possibly my job to keep up with it through the blessing of school. I don't know how to say why, but I've truly taken a liking to the song "Daughter", by Loudon Wainwright III (Rufus's dad!). And now, I'll be playing a father whose daughter is getting married. Damn that thought is one I'd never think of in a long time.. But something makes me happy about it.
I want to be running while I crave something different.
Just like taking the long way to get home, just to get out of traffic.
It takes the same amount of time, but you feel more progressive.