ok so..who doesnt have a cell phone?
Im back, im so sorry. Soul, I have been neglecting you. The pen scares me, empty pages dont excite me like they used. So, right now im making myself write. Im not allowed to stop, im not allowed to doddle. So here i am, tapping away at my keyboard. Writing. we have a love hate relationship. I need it, but sometimes i find my words so stale, so bland, that i just cant bare to look at them. I wish i could write well enough to get noticed. I wish i was creative enough to write a piece that would change people. A book that touches a part of the soul. The kind of book that you will read over and over. The kind you want to buy and keep on your shelf. Not the kind that would be a movie, hollywood always fucks it up. You just cannot take a beautifully written book and make it into a movie. No matter how ingenious the vision, no matter how impeccable the acting, it wont work. The best thing about reading is painting the picture in your mind. And reading is so personal, what i picture in my mind as a hill covered in grass rolling in the wind may look -nothing- like what anyone elses hill looks like. So how could any one person take a book and make it a movie. even if you have hundreds collaborating, it is still not going to live up to everyone's standards. its impossible to do so.
I cant help but yawn. my eyes are getting heavy. oh the inevitable evening. that time when you just cant fight sleep off for any longer. and then you just go grab starbucks and you wont have to sleep. working at starbucks is an entire different world.
The wind caressed the blinds, making them shiver in place. they lightly clicked against the glass window. the bottom of the glass stopped short letting in breeze and a refreshing air. without the room gets smaller. even the simple task of breathing takes more effort than it should. you end up gasping for fresh air and you dont even realize it.
and my ten minutes are up. wil i actually stick to it this time, do what mrs. hesse has ingrained in us to do? we shall see tomorrow
I cant help but yawn. my eyes are getting heavy. oh the inevitable evening. that time when you just cant fight sleep off for any longer. and then you just go grab starbucks and you wont have to sleep. working at starbucks is an entire different world.
The wind caressed the blinds, making them shiver in place. they lightly clicked against the glass window. the bottom of the glass stopped short letting in breeze and a refreshing air. without the room gets smaller. even the simple task of breathing takes more effort than it should. you end up gasping for fresh air and you dont even realize it.
and my ten minutes are up. wil i actually stick to it this time, do what mrs. hesse has ingrained in us to do? we shall see tomorrow