I said I was into escapism; they asked me if I did drugs.
I said I was into escapism; they asked me if I did drugs.
I think, therefore I am. I am, therefore I choose. I choose, therefore I am in control. I am in control, therefore I suffer. Loose control? As often as I can. The taste of spirits means little to me but sharp pains above my eyes and rippling through my middle. Self realization comes with the passing of time and the focus of things you find are only important to you. The things which truly make me happy are not easily spoken of among all I shared connections with. Through obsessive pondering I have come to some levels of enlightenment; I internalize that which is truly important. I internalize. I internalize? I don’t like to internalize. I realize why I do though; I am afraid to show my secret self. I used to think (and I know some do think) I was open for all to see and any attempts at hiding my self were in fact futile; this is wrong though, there is much that is not known about me. To stay steady with my character’s theme, I will never disclose this precious knowledge to anyone. I cannot. The risk is too great. Perhaps this seems to be drivel coming from me, who hides behind her own bravado sometimes, yet I can promise you these words are truth…for those who care. Allow me to sum myself up as best I can;
I am the kung-fu cricket, the eternal misfit
Vague? Perhaps. Accurate? Very.
I like folk music
‘Roses and blue-jays’
Black birds and song birds
Wasting my days
I like watching cartoons
And singing out loud
Love songs and poetry
Avoiding large crowds
Jasmine and lavender
Warm starry nights
The dance of a flame
Holding (you?) me tight
Transfixing on nothing
And staring in space
Watching street fountains
And small private space
Relentless ants marching
Squirrels in a tree
My dog at my feet
My cat on my knee
little pieces on the floor
I think, therefore I am. I am, therefore I choose. I choose, therefore I am in control. I am in control, therefore I suffer. Loose control? As often as I can. The taste of spirits means little to me but sharp pains above my eyes and rippling through my middle. Self realization comes with the passing of time and the focus of things you find are only important to you. The things which truly make me happy are not easily spoken of among all I shared connections with. Through obsessive pondering I have come to some levels of enlightenment; I internalize that which is truly important. I internalize. I internalize? I don’t like to internalize. I realize why I do though; I am afraid to show my secret self. I used to think (and I know some do think) I was open for all to see and any attempts at hiding my self were in fact futile; this is wrong though, there is much that is not known about me. To stay steady with my character’s theme, I will never disclose this precious knowledge to anyone. I cannot. The risk is too great. Perhaps this seems to be drivel coming from me, who hides behind her own bravado sometimes, yet I can promise you these words are truth…for those who care. Allow me to sum myself up as best I can;
I am the kung-fu cricket, the eternal misfit
Vague? Perhaps. Accurate? Very.
I like folk music
‘Roses and blue-jays’
Black birds and song birds
Wasting my days
I like watching cartoons
And singing out loud
Love songs and poetry
Avoiding large crowds
Jasmine and lavender
Warm starry nights
The dance of a flame
Holding (you?) me tight
Transfixing on nothing
And staring in space
Watching street fountains
And small private space
Relentless ants marching
Squirrels in a tree
My dog at my feet
My cat on my knee
little pieces on the floor