Sign
i was signing out of sarah's myspace because it was open
and it presents me with a familiar link.
"return to home," it says.
"but, where exactly is home for me, sir?" i silently contort.
"this is not the time for rebuttal, girl. there are many things you need to be still and accept. you are many things this world has seen but has not seen before and you could be something great if you learn to overcome your obstacles of arrogance. you are bitter dear, you've been through to many countless mishaps that leave you numb to the daily devastations; you are jealous, of those who have what you cannot grasp but yearn for every day; you are strong but stubborn - your fight is with many but you've yet to be the bigger man and step away from this battlefield. you ask for where your home is? where should you return to your place of rest? of solace. only you can find out for yourself with the simple actions to better yourself. you must not judge the passive stranger who has done you no wrongs but may become an enemy in your eye. do not preach what you'll fail to practice, because it is one of your bigger flaws. next, continue trying to find yourself to complete who you could be to the fullest potential, and don't take my words as a petty therapeutic text in a psychology book, these things are true to yourself and yourself alone. so when you ask where home is? you'll never find your true home if you look for a physical space, but somewhere you can find where your comfort lies deep within yourself. and onto the note of making assumptions about things, who'd to say i was ever a sir to begin with?" the stranger explained.
"my apologizes, but still what is there to ensure i can find 'home'?" i softly renounced.
"you can answer that as simple as the keys in which you stroke, you're the one typing this aren't you?" i said to myself.
and then i proceeded,
to click the link.
there are so many things i berate myself on through daily tribulations,
i gave advice to a boy today proclaiming the simplicity of time helping people move one.
i am in the same position,
and it is not easy
and i'm not getting over it
and i'm stuck.
as rock solid as the clogged snot in sarah's cat sleeping listlessly on my bed. it was just very recently that a series of events happened in that same spot
that included that cat, some halo, and a dog.
not to mention three people including myself.
it just goes to show how quickly something sweet can go rotten.
everyday is a millimeter toward my dreams and i'm reminded in the advertisements of daily life.
stories.
stories.
stories.
there are so many sweet things i want to carry forever but i fear may be rotten by the time i reach my goals.
this night has had me lost.
on a darker note
in a literal sense,
i have a large unknown purple bruise that somehow found its way onto the back of my thigh, it hurts, and it's in a half moon shape - to put it in retrospect.
if anyone has been missing it
contact me for more information on retrieving it.
until then
you stay logically and bright
former planet pluto.
and it presents me with a familiar link.
"return to home," it says.
"but, where exactly is home for me, sir?" i silently contort.
"this is not the time for rebuttal, girl. there are many things you need to be still and accept. you are many things this world has seen but has not seen before and you could be something great if you learn to overcome your obstacles of arrogance. you are bitter dear, you've been through to many countless mishaps that leave you numb to the daily devastations; you are jealous, of those who have what you cannot grasp but yearn for every day; you are strong but stubborn - your fight is with many but you've yet to be the bigger man and step away from this battlefield. you ask for where your home is? where should you return to your place of rest? of solace. only you can find out for yourself with the simple actions to better yourself. you must not judge the passive stranger who has done you no wrongs but may become an enemy in your eye. do not preach what you'll fail to practice, because it is one of your bigger flaws. next, continue trying to find yourself to complete who you could be to the fullest potential, and don't take my words as a petty therapeutic text in a psychology book, these things are true to yourself and yourself alone. so when you ask where home is? you'll never find your true home if you look for a physical space, but somewhere you can find where your comfort lies deep within yourself. and onto the note of making assumptions about things, who'd to say i was ever a sir to begin with?" the stranger explained.
"my apologizes, but still what is there to ensure i can find 'home'?" i softly renounced.
"you can answer that as simple as the keys in which you stroke, you're the one typing this aren't you?" i said to myself.
and then i proceeded,
to click the link.
there are so many things i berate myself on through daily tribulations,
i gave advice to a boy today proclaiming the simplicity of time helping people move one.
i am in the same position,
and it is not easy
and i'm not getting over it
and i'm stuck.
as rock solid as the clogged snot in sarah's cat sleeping listlessly on my bed. it was just very recently that a series of events happened in that same spot
that included that cat, some halo, and a dog.
not to mention three people including myself.
it just goes to show how quickly something sweet can go rotten.
everyday is a millimeter toward my dreams and i'm reminded in the advertisements of daily life.
stories.
stories.
stories.
there are so many sweet things i want to carry forever but i fear may be rotten by the time i reach my goals.
this night has had me lost.
on a darker note
in a literal sense,
i have a large unknown purple bruise that somehow found its way onto the back of my thigh, it hurts, and it's in a half moon shape - to put it in retrospect.
if anyone has been missing it
contact me for more information on retrieving it.
until then
you stay logically and bright
former planet pluto.