nothing to lose is a path you can choose and it feels just right at the time.
she said, "do you have to make use of every single moment without any time to rest?"
i said "yes." because what other way is there to live? there is time to rest... but to be incredibly cliche, why bother if moments aren't made use of? well at least i have been doing a better job using them up lately. maybe less time spent thinking, and more time spent "participating." not completely in the way one could, but that wouldn't be the way i could... so i guess i am doing what i can. but it is still worth it.
this yellow coaster-
steep circumstances. we're free,
if for a moment.
and there is music in my ears. road and gravestones, voodoo doll. ice cream cones, slushies, caffeine caffeine at 200mg each. unstoppable laughter, papaya, underthinking unlike always, just wind. dirt mounds and boats and closed restaurants, flying through the air and about to fall off. and as different as things are i wouldn't trade it. i'm glad i still have you. even though i feel cliche by doing this, but then again, this is for memories right? journals are for the writer.. such a strange week, to be able to write things like this almost every day... and yet amazing because i can. i am glad i have all of you.
i said "yes." because what other way is there to live? there is time to rest... but to be incredibly cliche, why bother if moments aren't made use of? well at least i have been doing a better job using them up lately. maybe less time spent thinking, and more time spent "participating." not completely in the way one could, but that wouldn't be the way i could... so i guess i am doing what i can. but it is still worth it.
this yellow coaster-
steep circumstances. we're free,
if for a moment.
and there is music in my ears. road and gravestones, voodoo doll. ice cream cones, slushies, caffeine caffeine at 200mg each. unstoppable laughter, papaya, underthinking unlike always, just wind. dirt mounds and boats and closed restaurants, flying through the air and about to fall off. and as different as things are i wouldn't trade it. i'm glad i still have you. even though i feel cliche by doing this, but then again, this is for memories right? journals are for the writer.. such a strange week, to be able to write things like this almost every day... and yet amazing because i can. i am glad i have all of you.