Reassemble Popxperimental
So I have this thing...and I never write. I used to. Even then it wasn't enough...or a lot. What to say. Life is crazy. Simple, complicated, boring, exciting, confusing, understandable and all that and a bag of chips. Everyone and their mom's were there. Yes their mom's too. Or is it "Moms'"
There's that missing streak of randomness. I wonder where it goes sometimes. Or when it'll be back. It comes and leaves as it pleases.
Though I know I am leaving to Cali in a month...I don't believe it. I wonder when it'll catch up with me. It almost feels natural. Maybe thats just me talking because it hasn't hit me. Maybe it never will. I'm interested to be a spectator to my own life. To see where I go, what happens. I know that its time to leave though. I've probably been ready for a while. Now its time to just dew it.
Goodbye to comfort. Time to struggle. Time to become more responsible. Time to grow. Up and down. Time to stress. Time to find peace within all of these. It'll just be so reliving in a sense to be set free upon the chains of my own self. Paradox. Oxymoron.
Oxicute them. Was that what the damn commercial was? Oxyclean oxicute. Why the hell am I off on a tangent about pimple cream. Ha.
Well time to go off and dream. And sleep. And that in between thing. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
There's that missing streak of randomness. I wonder where it goes sometimes. Or when it'll be back. It comes and leaves as it pleases.
Though I know I am leaving to Cali in a month...I don't believe it. I wonder when it'll catch up with me. It almost feels natural. Maybe thats just me talking because it hasn't hit me. Maybe it never will. I'm interested to be a spectator to my own life. To see where I go, what happens. I know that its time to leave though. I've probably been ready for a while. Now its time to just dew it.
Goodbye to comfort. Time to struggle. Time to become more responsible. Time to grow. Up and down. Time to stress. Time to find peace within all of these. It'll just be so reliving in a sense to be set free upon the chains of my own self. Paradox. Oxymoron.
Oxicute them. Was that what the damn commercial was? Oxyclean oxicute. Why the hell am I off on a tangent about pimple cream. Ha.
Well time to go off and dream. And sleep. And that in between thing. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz