"And it's a bittersweet, symphony this life..."
Oh, it's been a while since I've written. No time really, I'm trying though. I'm sure during school I'll be writing daily, but until then, not so much I guess.
I don't know what's wrong with me lately. Everything around me feels like it's changing. I feel like I'm judging people as "bad" when the things that they do, I would do myself if I had half the chance. I worry about myself sometimes. I wonder if I'll make it to see eighteen and I think about how much of a wasted life it would of been if I didn't. I'm so sheltered, and it drives me crazy. I'd never get to feel what life is really like. I'd never get to know what it's like to stand outside with my mouth open and head tipped back...waiting to feel the drops fall cold on my eyes. I'd never get to smell what it feels like on the beach in the early morning just watching the sunrise cast it's beauty all around me. I wish I could reach up and touch the clouds...just to see what it feels like. Cold? Thick? Air? What would it smell like? Could I stand on it if I wished hard enough to stay up there forever? Just to watch everyone live around me? I feel like everything's falling out from under me right now. And the world...what's happening?
Doesn't
ANYONE
realize
that
we
could
all
be
gone
in
one
breath?
What would you do if you knew you had one more breath to take? Would you hold it because you'd know that you never got to say everything to the people you wanted to...and you'd know that your life just shouldn't be over yet? Or just breathe, resting assured that God would carry you, and give you meaning to a bitter, senseless life? Are you happy right now? And if not, should you try to fix it or just rot away? What if tomorrow never comes?
If I knew I had one more day to do everything that I could, I would speak. I would tell everyone how I feel about them...good or bad. I would catch a train and go everywhere that I could--just so that I could say that I smelled what it's like to breath the air of a valley...covered with sweet, moist, blades of grass. I would save myself--if I could.
Is it too late for me?
Can I still change myself for the better so that I wake up everyday feeling no regrets?
Ah...too much in my head, so many words unsaid, too many people insane in themselves, so many dusty memories face down on the shelves...
I wish I could f.l.y.
>chelsey
Hannah, I miss you, darling. What have you been doing?! Any plans for tonight?
Anthony, I'll see you tomorrow...call EARLY. Or tonight so I can set my alarm.
Fahrenheit 451 got me thinking. And gave me a better state-of-mind...Ray Bradbury, you're brilliant. Completely brilliant.
I don't know what's wrong with me lately. Everything around me feels like it's changing. I feel like I'm judging people as "bad" when the things that they do, I would do myself if I had half the chance. I worry about myself sometimes. I wonder if I'll make it to see eighteen and I think about how much of a wasted life it would of been if I didn't. I'm so sheltered, and it drives me crazy. I'd never get to feel what life is really like. I'd never get to know what it's like to stand outside with my mouth open and head tipped back...waiting to feel the drops fall cold on my eyes. I'd never get to smell what it feels like on the beach in the early morning just watching the sunrise cast it's beauty all around me. I wish I could reach up and touch the clouds...just to see what it feels like. Cold? Thick? Air? What would it smell like? Could I stand on it if I wished hard enough to stay up there forever? Just to watch everyone live around me? I feel like everything's falling out from under me right now. And the world...what's happening?
Doesn't
ANYONE
realize
that
we
could
all
be
gone
in
one
breath?
What would you do if you knew you had one more breath to take? Would you hold it because you'd know that you never got to say everything to the people you wanted to...and you'd know that your life just shouldn't be over yet? Or just breathe, resting assured that God would carry you, and give you meaning to a bitter, senseless life? Are you happy right now? And if not, should you try to fix it or just rot away? What if tomorrow never comes?
If I knew I had one more day to do everything that I could, I would speak. I would tell everyone how I feel about them...good or bad. I would catch a train and go everywhere that I could--just so that I could say that I smelled what it's like to breath the air of a valley...covered with sweet, moist, blades of grass. I would save myself--if I could.
Is it too late for me?
Can I still change myself for the better so that I wake up everyday feeling no regrets?
Ah...too much in my head, so many words unsaid, too many people insane in themselves, so many dusty memories face down on the shelves...
I wish I could f.l.y.
>chelsey
Hannah, I miss you, darling. What have you been doing?! Any plans for tonight?
Anthony, I'll see you tomorrow...call EARLY. Or tonight so I can set my alarm.
Fahrenheit 451 got me thinking. And gave me a better state-of-mind...Ray Bradbury, you're brilliant. Completely brilliant.