Distractions
So, I am sitting here in Vita attempting to write a ten page paper, which is due tomorrow and I have yet to write a single word. I am blasting music in my headphones because the music in vita blows, big time. I have a really difficult time focusing at home, so I am here. It is kind of amazing to sit and have nothing but your thoughts and the sounds of bjork, belle and sebastien and morcheeba mulling about in my head. I sometimes wish my whole life could be like that, just me and my thoughts and the sounds that touch me, motivate and move me. It is so cold and crisp and bright outside, emanating a very sharp kind of beauty. I feel so content, with myself, with my life. Less dominated by worry and regret, less desperate. Today would be his birthday. He felt his life was missing something, something he wasn't deserving of, incapable of finding and holding to. I hold to never be so blind when looking at my own life, because he was wrong, and it is unfortunate and devastating that he was unable to see that. Thinking of you...