I'm not callin' you a ghost, but stop haunting me.
Degree Awarded
I didn't give in.
I used to be so creative.
Maeve, I went for a walk at quarter to midnight and I saw your dad. I talked to him for a long long time and at the end of it all I realized how much passion controls everything. "I'm married to my drums, now," is all he had to say.
I blow my mind everyday. I like to blow my mind. I want to walk into my elementary school and think about how young I used to be. People keep assuming I am a recent High School Grad and I blow their mind back.
But oof, passion is such a complicated thing to me, like light and the way it breaks down into colors and wavelengths.... Its all a spin of the wheel, a toss of the dice. I might see red where you see blue, but we see a color all the same. You can profess your love for a man or woman, or you could fall in love with a pen, a camera, or an instrument. You know when you want something. You'll do everything in your power to set the reigns on it, until it's yours. You'll devote all your time and energy to this one thing you become so lost in that it's all you'll ever need for the rest of your life... or so it seems. In this case, I envy your level of satisfaction.
To those of you who can't sit still with "the rest of your life", here's to you. Here's to you and the breaking dispersion of passion into a rainbow of people and things. To chameleon minds, trial, and error! Christ, I feel like a million pieces, building myself from the ground up.
Oh, fixation. I believe you were the theme of my first experience with fiction. I think I was on to you. I used to write in a journal everyday. I let that fly out the window about a year and half ago- a year and a half of not keeping up with myself on paper. Fuck.
"The brain is like an instrument, if you don't play it, you lose it."
I didn't give in.
I used to be so creative.
Maeve, I went for a walk at quarter to midnight and I saw your dad. I talked to him for a long long time and at the end of it all I realized how much passion controls everything. "I'm married to my drums, now," is all he had to say.
I blow my mind everyday. I like to blow my mind. I want to walk into my elementary school and think about how young I used to be. People keep assuming I am a recent High School Grad and I blow their mind back.
But oof, passion is such a complicated thing to me, like light and the way it breaks down into colors and wavelengths.... Its all a spin of the wheel, a toss of the dice. I might see red where you see blue, but we see a color all the same. You can profess your love for a man or woman, or you could fall in love with a pen, a camera, or an instrument. You know when you want something. You'll do everything in your power to set the reigns on it, until it's yours. You'll devote all your time and energy to this one thing you become so lost in that it's all you'll ever need for the rest of your life... or so it seems. In this case, I envy your level of satisfaction.
To those of you who can't sit still with "the rest of your life", here's to you. Here's to you and the breaking dispersion of passion into a rainbow of people and things. To chameleon minds, trial, and error! Christ, I feel like a million pieces, building myself from the ground up.
Oh, fixation. I believe you were the theme of my first experience with fiction. I think I was on to you. I used to write in a journal everyday. I let that fly out the window about a year and half ago- a year and a half of not keeping up with myself on paper. Fuck.
"The brain is like an instrument, if you don't play it, you lose it."