If you are chilly, please take my sweater...cause I love the way you call me baby...
A brief moment of enlightenment:
Another year past and I wonder why we keep track in regenerative cycles. We always need the mulligan.
2007 was a year. It was an isolation year. There was a lot of me. And it was sickening how unreasonable, unfair, and unrelenting I was on myself. But like grinding things out there were sparks of good moments and there were sparks of awful moments and then there were just moments. Lingering moments of nothing and that was the scariest place this year. I spent a lot of time just sitting with myself and I didn't like the sad look I gave myself for the cruel things I've done. So I guess here's my apology. To me. and I guess in someway to those who had to be there when I was consumed by my egotism.
i found that there is no perfect. people make strange faces. they laugh funny. they cry annoyingly. they project their insecurities with demeaning accuracy. they kick your ego into high gear with their own debasement. rarely is there a perfect moment. we are always straddling across missing the moment by one beat and existing in the awkwardness of what-should-we-do-now/ what-is-there-to-be-done? more often then not people run away, only to find that the earth is round and that eventually we'll run right back into each other again. things keep moving. people don't usually understand when you speak in metaphors and a good speech is always best if undercut by the sarcastic wit of reality. you will move people when you don't expect to. and people will not always move when you want. the world really doesn't revolve around one person-ie me, or you, but each of our lives does and it is unjust and a waste if not seized by the protagonist- ie me, or you. people will come and go but you can't always forget them. there is no perfect. and I'm beginning to see that the best moments are when I'm wrong and under a mistake and really living from breath to breath just to see what comes next.
Another year past and I wonder why we keep track in regenerative cycles. We always need the mulligan.
2007 was a year. It was an isolation year. There was a lot of me. And it was sickening how unreasonable, unfair, and unrelenting I was on myself. But like grinding things out there were sparks of good moments and there were sparks of awful moments and then there were just moments. Lingering moments of nothing and that was the scariest place this year. I spent a lot of time just sitting with myself and I didn't like the sad look I gave myself for the cruel things I've done. So I guess here's my apology. To me. and I guess in someway to those who had to be there when I was consumed by my egotism.
i found that there is no perfect. people make strange faces. they laugh funny. they cry annoyingly. they project their insecurities with demeaning accuracy. they kick your ego into high gear with their own debasement. rarely is there a perfect moment. we are always straddling across missing the moment by one beat and existing in the awkwardness of what-should-we-do-now/ what-is-there-to-be-done? more often then not people run away, only to find that the earth is round and that eventually we'll run right back into each other again. things keep moving. people don't usually understand when you speak in metaphors and a good speech is always best if undercut by the sarcastic wit of reality. you will move people when you don't expect to. and people will not always move when you want. the world really doesn't revolve around one person-ie me, or you, but each of our lives does and it is unjust and a waste if not seized by the protagonist- ie me, or you. people will come and go but you can't always forget them. there is no perfect. and I'm beginning to see that the best moments are when I'm wrong and under a mistake and really living from breath to breath just to see what comes next.