these woods are lovely, dark and deep
I watched the director's commentary on Garden State in order to avoid writing a bullshit paper that should have taken me an hour. I started at 6 and it is now 9:30 and I have two paragraphs.
There are times when I feel poetic but nothing comes out of my fingers. I can't translate from brain to hand. There is a connection missing, a broken link. My roommate is an artist but I don't understand modern art. It disturbs me. Our walls are colorful but hers is a piece...of something. The only art on my wall is a calendar with my best friend's handwriting. It's beautiful, but it is lonely. I can only draw in black and white. All the color bleeds onto the floor until all I have is a vivid puddle of whatI left behind.
I make no sense sometimes. My feet are cold, and my left eye hurts. I shall be telling this with a sigh/somewhere ages and ages hence: two roads diverged into a yellow wood, and I--I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.
I don't care that I'm being brainwashed by the media. I don't watch the news.
There are times when I feel poetic but nothing comes out of my fingers. I can't translate from brain to hand. There is a connection missing, a broken link. My roommate is an artist but I don't understand modern art. It disturbs me. Our walls are colorful but hers is a piece...of something. The only art on my wall is a calendar with my best friend's handwriting. It's beautiful, but it is lonely. I can only draw in black and white. All the color bleeds onto the floor until all I have is a vivid puddle of whatI left behind.
I make no sense sometimes. My feet are cold, and my left eye hurts. I shall be telling this with a sigh/somewhere ages and ages hence: two roads diverged into a yellow wood, and I--I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.
I don't care that I'm being brainwashed by the media. I don't watch the news.