a vent.
i don't know exactly what it is but i can feel myself changing. i've been noticing it specifically in works of literature and how i perceive and understand them. honestly, with few exceptions, no matter what the book or article i've read recently, i derive some meaning from it. which may sound almost ridiculous, like you should derive something from everything you read, but its different. its almost like life shaping meanings or something- something cheesy sounding. i dont mean to be all odd and wacky, but i generally mean it. even books that ive read in the past, by doing the book list for rope i looked back on those and took something out of it that i dont think i saw then. maybe this all has to do with the fact that im "maturing" or whatever that bs is. im not even sure i understand what maturing is but thats a whole different concept here. all im saying is, my views of things are changing- or maybe just expanding on a different level- and im enjoying it. and im becoming more and more creative as the days go by. bleh curse being inspired with no time to indulge it. fuck time, seriously.
yes. well...goodnight people.
yes. well...goodnight people.