Entry 24: when life gives you lemons...
Eh, life is funny. You wonder many times how the great things end. How and why you can be so bloody lucky. More importantly you wonder how the things will wind down. Course they don’t wind down. They shatter and break. You cling onto those shrapnel and cut your hands. Its times like this you don’t know how to put the things back together again. So you just tell yourself you can. How can you not? You have to stand up again.
Ironically for me, I think I should write about, because in second hand, one can look over everything and make some kind of judgment. Possibly make some kind of sense out of all the stuff going on. Of course when you’re me you find the simplest things the hardest to do. The places that are supposed to be comfort and designed to bring you through the roughs no longer seem to help. You can’t say what you want to. Instead the moments locked inside the glass keep zooming around your head and you wonder what the hell went wrong?
Foresight was not 20/20. Things are not happy ever after, but I want to believe things still will be okay. There is something I can do. Love is supposed to be more powerful than all that other crap. Course I’ll pick myself up and deal. Like I always do.
Course this entry really isn’t supposed to be some stupid emo post, but its what’s going on right now. I haven’t had a job in three months since coming to Los Angeles, as the market is in bad shape, so more than likely I’ll be moving again next month. And just going through the motions, of everything, like how things will surely not be better back in Tennessee or Ohio. But what choice do I have? I’ll try again some other time.
In all reality, I just wanted to let everyone know that I’m not sure how soon It’ll be before I have any writing, music, or art being done and posted either here or on any other sites. Needless to say I just haven’t been able to deal with that kind of thought. Even if depression is the greatest muse, its always been a fine line between what I can use for my work and how it plagues my mind.
That’s that. I’ll see you when I see you…
… or something.
Ironically for me, I think I should write about, because in second hand, one can look over everything and make some kind of judgment. Possibly make some kind of sense out of all the stuff going on. Of course when you’re me you find the simplest things the hardest to do. The places that are supposed to be comfort and designed to bring you through the roughs no longer seem to help. You can’t say what you want to. Instead the moments locked inside the glass keep zooming around your head and you wonder what the hell went wrong?
Foresight was not 20/20. Things are not happy ever after, but I want to believe things still will be okay. There is something I can do. Love is supposed to be more powerful than all that other crap. Course I’ll pick myself up and deal. Like I always do.
Course this entry really isn’t supposed to be some stupid emo post, but its what’s going on right now. I haven’t had a job in three months since coming to Los Angeles, as the market is in bad shape, so more than likely I’ll be moving again next month. And just going through the motions, of everything, like how things will surely not be better back in Tennessee or Ohio. But what choice do I have? I’ll try again some other time.
In all reality, I just wanted to let everyone know that I’m not sure how soon It’ll be before I have any writing, music, or art being done and posted either here or on any other sites. Needless to say I just haven’t been able to deal with that kind of thought. Even if depression is the greatest muse, its always been a fine line between what I can use for my work and how it plagues my mind.
That’s that. I’ll see you when I see you…
… or something.