There is no one in the place but no one said goodbye
A lot of days I think the world is just too fast for me. Details are just details I guess- but things seen and heard can always be so much more when time allows. Sitting at the piano my heart feels heavy and truly I am torn apart by the fact that I will never be able to give it enough time. I've sat with a schedule and tried fruitlessly to make it 'first priority'. But I find that the single most debilitating component of my proactive self is this obsessive love of so many things. So currently I just exist in this unfortunate paralysis and try every day to complete one of the billion things I've started. But usually I don't complete anything- I just start something else.
There's this smell in the air: it always surfaces at times like these and results in some huge and crazy decision that is not usually thought through very well.
Blair said I couldn't grow marijuana in the room under the stairs, so that plan is out. Given one more day I probably would have gotten the seeds and the lamp.
There's this smell in the air: it always surfaces at times like these and results in some huge and crazy decision that is not usually thought through very well.
Blair said I couldn't grow marijuana in the room under the stairs, so that plan is out. Given one more day I probably would have gotten the seeds and the lamp.