sometimes, all that really matters are the small things
So here I am, after break, after highs and lows, listening to the music i love most. This is going to be a short entry, as the firewall of the school server will be kicking in soon. Ive talked to people who really matter tonight, ive talked to strangers who have very different view than i do. Ive been moved to tears by news of a death, and plotted an authorities demise. Now im writing, to get some thoughts out, to take time, to enjoy it. Typing, posting, and all over again. It brings something with it, some touch of happiness or contentment. At the moment, nothing could replace this feeling. im warm, concentrated, abstract, and caring where it matters. The future is happening now.
Everything i do shapes what is to come, activity is direction. Now is the present, the present is here, here I am.
Hehe, thinking all these thoughts of nothing and something really bring about the desire for some mineral water.
btw, i have a lovely case of S.Pellegrino in my room, so dont be too shy if you have a craving.
I need to work somethings out
Everything i do shapes what is to come, activity is direction. Now is the present, the present is here, here I am.
Hehe, thinking all these thoughts of nothing and something really bring about the desire for some mineral water.
btw, i have a lovely case of S.Pellegrino in my room, so dont be too shy if you have a craving.
I need to work somethings out