(no subject)
It's sort of difficult-
but it has the right to be, musn't forget that.
I don't know what I feel about anything yet, and that's okay,
things have to change. I'm still going, and will, because I have a will.
There are many things I wish to say and always will want to say them, but time
only allows certain opportunities, only lets you act in certain spaces within it.
I would say if I could, I would say if it would be for your good.
John tells me, and I should have of course learned this by now, that even if
a moment has passed, can I not inhabit it forever in memory? But I wish to
create facsimilies of moments, until I lose focus of the original image,
to keep changing, but have some consistent image in there, lost in blurred
and discoloured pixels.
Life is moving faster. There are many accompanying instruments to my little
-what would I be? If I were an instrument? I always have fancied the sound of
a brooding violin, that can be so sad and excited alternately, so that could be
me. The way I sound.
I tend to act surprised when I discover that people are near me. I don't know
why I do it, but it keeps me in a perpetual tizzy of surprise. And I hate
being bored, above all. Because you do that to yourself.
but it has the right to be, musn't forget that.
I don't know what I feel about anything yet, and that's okay,
things have to change. I'm still going, and will, because I have a will.
There are many things I wish to say and always will want to say them, but time
only allows certain opportunities, only lets you act in certain spaces within it.
I would say if I could, I would say if it would be for your good.
John tells me, and I should have of course learned this by now, that even if
a moment has passed, can I not inhabit it forever in memory? But I wish to
create facsimilies of moments, until I lose focus of the original image,
to keep changing, but have some consistent image in there, lost in blurred
and discoloured pixels.
Life is moving faster. There are many accompanying instruments to my little
-what would I be? If I were an instrument? I always have fancied the sound of
a brooding violin, that can be so sad and excited alternately, so that could be
me. The way I sound.
I tend to act surprised when I discover that people are near me. I don't know
why I do it, but it keeps me in a perpetual tizzy of surprise. And I hate
being bored, above all. Because you do that to yourself.