every picture tells a story, don't it...
i'm back. and i hate it. and i've got one day before school begins again and i'm so stuck in some nextus that i havent become to climb out of. i'm sort of lost between a lot of the generic superficial substitutions that i've been seeing over the past few days - city lights scare me sometimes, especailly after a few months wandering a place that has nothing to do with these metropolis happenings. i guess i'm just pretty confused, and once i get into the flow of this life that i abandoned for the summer, i'll be fine. and i'll find another thing to be confused about. i've been laughing a lot, so that has helped me get away from analytical bullshit. if there's anyone who wants to laugh with me, you know where to come.
so school. monday. cejep. dawson. should be fun. should be something .... i still don't know what it should be but i figure that i should stop assuming and trying to assembled this portrait from stories and directions that other people have told me and just show up and take it there.
i also found out that i'm moving out to another house. well, duplex. hasn't hit me. should soon. i'm not has heartbroken as you might think - leaving a place that locked me in for a long time. i guess i see this room, the one that i cuurently live in, a haven of some sort - the solace where i managed to create a lot of things that ended up a lot bigger than my own self. i've spent a lot of nights writing or reading or playing guitar ... the pain of highschool and the happiness i experinced... it's sort of represented by those walls. and i figure that it's fitting to say that those walls sort of molded themselves to fit around the contures of my own thoughts and my own ambitions - senseless kid fears and radical kid dreams and HOLY SHIT it wont be mine in a few months.
i hate owning possessions. the most important ones manage to lose you among the years. but i guess that's moving on. and i guess that's growing up. i think i need to go listen to some music that accompangied me in my earlier days - the kind of music that i would lose myself in before i even understood why. that's what i love about this love thing. not understanding and never regreting loving it based on the sole reason of ... "just cause"
peace, lis (...) i love you guys.
so school. monday. cejep. dawson. should be fun. should be something .... i still don't know what it should be but i figure that i should stop assuming and trying to assembled this portrait from stories and directions that other people have told me and just show up and take it there.
i also found out that i'm moving out to another house. well, duplex. hasn't hit me. should soon. i'm not has heartbroken as you might think - leaving a place that locked me in for a long time. i guess i see this room, the one that i cuurently live in, a haven of some sort - the solace where i managed to create a lot of things that ended up a lot bigger than my own self. i've spent a lot of nights writing or reading or playing guitar ... the pain of highschool and the happiness i experinced... it's sort of represented by those walls. and i figure that it's fitting to say that those walls sort of molded themselves to fit around the contures of my own thoughts and my own ambitions - senseless kid fears and radical kid dreams and HOLY SHIT it wont be mine in a few months.
i hate owning possessions. the most important ones manage to lose you among the years. but i guess that's moving on. and i guess that's growing up. i think i need to go listen to some music that accompangied me in my earlier days - the kind of music that i would lose myself in before i even understood why. that's what i love about this love thing. not understanding and never regreting loving it based on the sole reason of ... "just cause"
peace, lis (...) i love you guys.