Clouds in my coffee.. clouds in my coffee...
There's a bird chirping outside my window
and a bomb threat in my very close proximity.
Last night was a good night.
Having something you wrote being performed is one of the most nerve racking experiences of your life.
Especially when you don't know how they will react.
But hearing people talk about it.
Hearing people being unsettled by it.
Hearing people notice it.
Is one of the most powerful and beautiful feelings I could ask for.
Hearing people give you compliments, who never give you compliments, is a great feeling.
Being on stage, messing up, but getting through it. Because you have to. Feeling that the show must go on. Is also nice.
I know I'm not at the point where people are gonna hate my stuff.
But for now, what I have is good.
What I experienced for the first time was good.
I like getting out there.
I like doing my thing.
I like writing something that is not expected.
I like trying not to care what people think.
Even though it's hard sometimes.
Also, the stuff people will say to you when your almost passing out from being so nervous is nice to hear.
It was good hearing people being supportive. Listening. Just because they are there. Just because.
Skipping off stage with a certain someone wasn't too bad either. Shit, made my night.
I am going to Santa Cruz. That is good.
I am going to be in a beautiful and creative environment and I will create in that environment. And I will be around creative people. And I will learn. Because that is what I want to do. That will be good, too.
I have done a lot of different things this year. When I take the time to take in what I am feeling. What great oppurtunities I have and how much I enjoy this new thing I think I love, thats nice too.
This weekend, I am going to go see the poet who inspired all of this out of me.
That is exciting.
I am going to end high school soon. That is exciting.
I am going to work and learn and be free and done soon.
And thats exciting too.
This is probably one of the happiest posts I've had in a very long while.
This is definately one of the happiest moments I've had for a long while.
And I don't really know why.
But I do know that it's nice feeling excitied for something.
But who knows what will happen tomorrow.
Hell, who knows what will happen in 5 minutes.
The bird is still chirping. My coffee cup is empty. My house sounds like a laundry room.
Wait.
That's because the washing machine is on.
What can you do.
Story of my life.
Maybe yours too.
and a bomb threat in my very close proximity.
Last night was a good night.
Having something you wrote being performed is one of the most nerve racking experiences of your life.
Especially when you don't know how they will react.
But hearing people talk about it.
Hearing people being unsettled by it.
Hearing people notice it.
Is one of the most powerful and beautiful feelings I could ask for.
Hearing people give you compliments, who never give you compliments, is a great feeling.
Being on stage, messing up, but getting through it. Because you have to. Feeling that the show must go on. Is also nice.
I know I'm not at the point where people are gonna hate my stuff.
But for now, what I have is good.
What I experienced for the first time was good.
I like getting out there.
I like doing my thing.
I like writing something that is not expected.
I like trying not to care what people think.
Even though it's hard sometimes.
Also, the stuff people will say to you when your almost passing out from being so nervous is nice to hear.
It was good hearing people being supportive. Listening. Just because they are there. Just because.
Skipping off stage with a certain someone wasn't too bad either. Shit, made my night.
I am going to Santa Cruz. That is good.
I am going to be in a beautiful and creative environment and I will create in that environment. And I will be around creative people. And I will learn. Because that is what I want to do. That will be good, too.
I have done a lot of different things this year. When I take the time to take in what I am feeling. What great oppurtunities I have and how much I enjoy this new thing I think I love, thats nice too.
This weekend, I am going to go see the poet who inspired all of this out of me.
That is exciting.
I am going to end high school soon. That is exciting.
I am going to work and learn and be free and done soon.
And thats exciting too.
This is probably one of the happiest posts I've had in a very long while.
This is definately one of the happiest moments I've had for a long while.
And I don't really know why.
But I do know that it's nice feeling excitied for something.
But who knows what will happen tomorrow.
Hell, who knows what will happen in 5 minutes.
The bird is still chirping. My coffee cup is empty. My house sounds like a laundry room.
Wait.
That's because the washing machine is on.
What can you do.
Story of my life.
Maybe yours too.