fabously incredible and totally indescribable
i work to much, but last week, which i took off...i went utter insane in my thoughts. if you have ever read the book, the underground man, you'll understand how being alone TOO much, especially with a weight on your mind cna be dangerous, and putting your thoughts to use with human interaction is imperative. otherwise, whats the point of thinking at all?
anyways, i work to much, but its a good thing, builds character (calvin&hobbes quote) and at least i get to be outside in this godforsaken heat with innumberable little asshole bugs. but the second i take the time to notice the sunrise, well that makes it worth it, at least for that moment it does. they are so beautiful there, mountains, forest, hazey fog, the quiet (o so quiet), the animals, fact im out and doing shit before alot of my friends are getting home...at least for that moment, im at peace with myself, and at a point of understanding of something.
i wish i coudl feel that way always, and i wouldnt let the thoughts clutter up so much. words run circles throught my mind, and unless i grab them at the moment of conception, their inertia is to great to break free unless by some beautiful girls grace. the irony though...the words are for her, and are hardly spoken.
this space is needed, i come to these realizations often, but to late, or it is always there, but i move forward with horse blinders on because this goal is all that matters.
you don't read these, and maybe its good that you don't, and then again, maybe not. i wish you would though, because one of these days, you won't be scared anymore, and maybe that will frighten you as well
and yes, this sunset is truly beautiful, and the sun always rises as well.
anyways, i work to much, but its a good thing, builds character (calvin&hobbes quote) and at least i get to be outside in this godforsaken heat with innumberable little asshole bugs. but the second i take the time to notice the sunrise, well that makes it worth it, at least for that moment it does. they are so beautiful there, mountains, forest, hazey fog, the quiet (o so quiet), the animals, fact im out and doing shit before alot of my friends are getting home...at least for that moment, im at peace with myself, and at a point of understanding of something.
i wish i coudl feel that way always, and i wouldnt let the thoughts clutter up so much. words run circles throught my mind, and unless i grab them at the moment of conception, their inertia is to great to break free unless by some beautiful girls grace. the irony though...the words are for her, and are hardly spoken.
this space is needed, i come to these realizations often, but to late, or it is always there, but i move forward with horse blinders on because this goal is all that matters.
you don't read these, and maybe its good that you don't, and then again, maybe not. i wish you would though, because one of these days, you won't be scared anymore, and maybe that will frighten you as well
and yes, this sunset is truly beautiful, and the sun always rises as well.