Aug 12, 2007 22:42
My self feels full. Not the kind of full that you let out with a deep breath, but a big brick wall filled full. I think this is a brink. This is the "inbetween" getting closer to the recreation of itself and into the next begining. When I was small, right before anything big and important was about to begin, I would fall apart. I dont know if thats the way for everyone, but I suppose, since i'm not much bigger than I was then, things probably hav'nt changed very much.
I think its silly that people like to become plastic.
But i dont think its wrong to embrace plastic as a charectoristic,
and i dont want to run from things just for the sake of my pride.
fuck pride. We're all just here, and we all have to get over ourselves,
and love ourselves like we would love a star that fell to earth, that we found glimmering in our backyard one day when we were six.
I thank the world for being my reflection.