Later that day...
I could really get used to this thing. I think I already am. I really enjoy just, talking. Or typing. To no one, and yet everyone all at the same time.
"If you need time away, I won't ask you to stay. But I don't wanna lose you."
I wonder if its common to be able to understand your own emotions through someone elses words? Maybe its the fact that its structured. Versus and hooks to a beat with a bridge. Versus saying the same thing in a different way, explaing a point. The hook forcing the main idea. The bridge cumulating all the points and ideas into an emotion. I could, and do, find a song or songs for every person, event and situation that surrounds me.
I have always said a song is good when it makes you want to puke. Stirring that kind of emotion, memory, whatever the case may be has to be cathardic.
I'm sitting in the shade. Such a nice day. I want to know what he would have to say about the weird guy with a few bottles of gatorade? How would he describe that tree to a blind person? If he didn't know me, what would he think if he walked by me? In my old ratty jeans and somewhat trendy shirt, tattoos on full display. A walking fashion contradiction. He would probably notice the fact that my ipod is the oldest one available before he noticed anything else. I have never wanted to know all these things about someone before. I've spent all my time thinking about people. Wondering if they were thinking about me. Missing someone and wonder if they were missing me. Wanting to kiss someone and hoping they wanted to kiss me too. Wondering what someone looks like while they sleep. That's not new. What's new is actually wanting to take the time to find out. Wanting to learn something new every day and just knowing for sure that there is more than enough inside that person to be able to constantly be finding out new things. Not to say that every person previous was shallow. More like I never saw the depth in a person like I see the layers of him. All the layers. Infinite like the galaxies he loves.
"If you need time away, I won't ask you to stay. But I don't wanna lose you."
I wonder if its common to be able to understand your own emotions through someone elses words? Maybe its the fact that its structured. Versus and hooks to a beat with a bridge. Versus saying the same thing in a different way, explaing a point. The hook forcing the main idea. The bridge cumulating all the points and ideas into an emotion. I could, and do, find a song or songs for every person, event and situation that surrounds me.
I have always said a song is good when it makes you want to puke. Stirring that kind of emotion, memory, whatever the case may be has to be cathardic.
I'm sitting in the shade. Such a nice day. I want to know what he would have to say about the weird guy with a few bottles of gatorade? How would he describe that tree to a blind person? If he didn't know me, what would he think if he walked by me? In my old ratty jeans and somewhat trendy shirt, tattoos on full display. A walking fashion contradiction. He would probably notice the fact that my ipod is the oldest one available before he noticed anything else. I have never wanted to know all these things about someone before. I've spent all my time thinking about people. Wondering if they were thinking about me. Missing someone and wonder if they were missing me. Wanting to kiss someone and hoping they wanted to kiss me too. Wondering what someone looks like while they sleep. That's not new. What's new is actually wanting to take the time to find out. Wanting to learn something new every day and just knowing for sure that there is more than enough inside that person to be able to constantly be finding out new things. Not to say that every person previous was shallow. More like I never saw the depth in a person like I see the layers of him. All the layers. Infinite like the galaxies he loves.