Dig me up
I just feel like writing. One of those moods. I feel pretty calm, like always. Not happy, not sad, not energetic, not angery, just calm. I forgot how much I love Incubus, it's always nice to stumble upon an old band you haven't heard in a while. It really brings you back.
I can't say I miss what I used to be. Obsessed with gossip, obsessed with clothes, obessed with boys and nonsense, catering to everyone, the times of unloyalty, etc. I cant say I loved all of that. Do you ever look back on yourself, maybe a year, a month, or even a day ago and wonder what were you thinking? That, like incubus, really brings me back too. My morals and values have completely changed. I'm calm.
I'm content. Calm. It's quite here. Except for Brandon Boyd. But he's aloud to sing to me. Sing about life, and love, and everything else that is absent from my head.
I guess around here I'm classified as a "Granola" now. Granola power, I guess. Cliqus are so strange. And the world has seen too much of cliques. I think I've seen too much of high school. I'm ready to leave, do something for the greater good. I'm ready to fly a kite. For the first time this summer. I'm ready to ride my bike around the bay. I'm ready to move on. From everything. I was ready before, but wasn't ready to say it.
Well, I'm ready. I'm ready to meet someone new. I've met enough new people. I want a new person. A conversation holder, with a great smile, a hugger, a lover, who reads good books, likes thai food and college sports, will roll with me in freshly mowed grass.
Everything happens for a reason.
If I turn into another
dig me up from under what is covering
the better part of me
remind me that we'll always have each other
when everything else is gone.
I can't say I miss what I used to be. Obsessed with gossip, obsessed with clothes, obessed with boys and nonsense, catering to everyone, the times of unloyalty, etc. I cant say I loved all of that. Do you ever look back on yourself, maybe a year, a month, or even a day ago and wonder what were you thinking? That, like incubus, really brings me back too. My morals and values have completely changed. I'm calm.
I'm content. Calm. It's quite here. Except for Brandon Boyd. But he's aloud to sing to me. Sing about life, and love, and everything else that is absent from my head.
I guess around here I'm classified as a "Granola" now. Granola power, I guess. Cliqus are so strange. And the world has seen too much of cliques. I think I've seen too much of high school. I'm ready to leave, do something for the greater good. I'm ready to fly a kite. For the first time this summer. I'm ready to ride my bike around the bay. I'm ready to move on. From everything. I was ready before, but wasn't ready to say it.
Well, I'm ready. I'm ready to meet someone new. I've met enough new people. I want a new person. A conversation holder, with a great smile, a hugger, a lover, who reads good books, likes thai food and college sports, will roll with me in freshly mowed grass.
Everything happens for a reason.
If I turn into another
dig me up from under what is covering
the better part of me
remind me that we'll always have each other
when everything else is gone.