"It's no good asking me what time of day it is..."
Thirsty...sooo thirsty...haha, I'm dying of thirst tonight.
So, a little something about defining moments...
What are they? When do you we know that we're experiencing one? It's difficult to say, I think.
I think that they are unexpected glimpses of profoundness. A window into the meaning of everything. A clue to the answer of why you're here and what you are meant to do.
Realization of destiny, maybe? I say that in all attempts to not sound naive. For me, destiny isn't some grand, sweeping emotion that stirs up in appropriate times of understanding. I think it's something that creeps up on you, something that you can't quite understand, but you atleast can acknowledge that maybe you realize your purpose in everything.
Maybe I had one today. Maybe I had a few this weekend.
Last night, I laid with Kirk and dozed in and out of sleep. It was probably the safest I've ever felt in my life, with his arms around me, and me becoming completely defenseless as I napped in the embrace. The best part was returning to conciousness every few minutes and feeling him breathing, knowing that he was still there with me.
Sometimes it's the simplest of things that mean the most.
Things like breathing...staring up at a ceiling...reaching out for a hand...
My mind can barely wrap around the concept of what I have done, both good and bad, and the consequences and reactions, both good and bad, of said actions.
I'm going to Lafayette tomorrow morning. It's about time, haha.
I need to stop spending money.
So, a little something about defining moments...
What are they? When do you we know that we're experiencing one? It's difficult to say, I think.
I think that they are unexpected glimpses of profoundness. A window into the meaning of everything. A clue to the answer of why you're here and what you are meant to do.
Realization of destiny, maybe? I say that in all attempts to not sound naive. For me, destiny isn't some grand, sweeping emotion that stirs up in appropriate times of understanding. I think it's something that creeps up on you, something that you can't quite understand, but you atleast can acknowledge that maybe you realize your purpose in everything.
Maybe I had one today. Maybe I had a few this weekend.
Last night, I laid with Kirk and dozed in and out of sleep. It was probably the safest I've ever felt in my life, with his arms around me, and me becoming completely defenseless as I napped in the embrace. The best part was returning to conciousness every few minutes and feeling him breathing, knowing that he was still there with me.
Sometimes it's the simplest of things that mean the most.
Things like breathing...staring up at a ceiling...reaching out for a hand...
My mind can barely wrap around the concept of what I have done, both good and bad, and the consequences and reactions, both good and bad, of said actions.
I'm going to Lafayette tomorrow morning. It's about time, haha.
I need to stop spending money.