Different Directions
Things are coming at me from all kinds of different directions right now, and I kind of like it.
Fears and dreams: I sometimes have dreams and aspirations that seem to be far too fantastical, and ultimately out of reach. So be it. I don't want to lose that part of me, because to me, that's the youngest and most innocent part of who I am. If I dream of becoming something extraordinary, at times it's the only thing that keeps me going throughout the day. If I become that thing that I dream, well, that's one half work from me and one half help from somebody else. I sometimes fear things that are irrational. It seems these days that when I fear, I fear for the worst. However, there's a part of me that thinks that I've always been like this, and only recently have I received real things to fear.
There are people I want to see. Things I want to do. Songs I want to write and words I want to say. Will they get done? I don't know. Will I ever really get to where I want to be? I don't know. But without that little kid inside me saying, "Mommy I wanna be..." I doubt I'd have the desire to push me through the days.
I'm working as a camp counselor for the Wilma Theatre's summer camp. The kiddies at Camp Wilma are stellar.
I am going to Exeter next friday-the following thursday/friday.
American Clock/Sophomore year to follow.
And as I said...
Things are coming at me in so many strange, different directions.
________Alex.
Fears and dreams: I sometimes have dreams and aspirations that seem to be far too fantastical, and ultimately out of reach. So be it. I don't want to lose that part of me, because to me, that's the youngest and most innocent part of who I am. If I dream of becoming something extraordinary, at times it's the only thing that keeps me going throughout the day. If I become that thing that I dream, well, that's one half work from me and one half help from somebody else. I sometimes fear things that are irrational. It seems these days that when I fear, I fear for the worst. However, there's a part of me that thinks that I've always been like this, and only recently have I received real things to fear.
There are people I want to see. Things I want to do. Songs I want to write and words I want to say. Will they get done? I don't know. Will I ever really get to where I want to be? I don't know. But without that little kid inside me saying, "Mommy I wanna be..." I doubt I'd have the desire to push me through the days.
I'm working as a camp counselor for the Wilma Theatre's summer camp. The kiddies at Camp Wilma are stellar.
I am going to Exeter next friday-the following thursday/friday.
American Clock/Sophomore year to follow.
And as I said...
Things are coming at me in so many strange, different directions.
________Alex.