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Jul 13, 2007 10:32

sometimes your mind can be your enemy,
sleepless hours spent with unnocupied ambience
meditating on the completely mundane
the work that you do and what could happen,
what the people around you could possibly do;
always ending in utter tragedy
sleep comes after twenty one hours
but awakening is but two hours around the bend;
I guess that is just what I get for forgetting the beer
earlier this morning.

You know? I just finished reading the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy (I felt that it was necissary), and I think that a lot of the time when I write (or think) that I sound like Marvin, the manically depressed robot...
that is concerning- I want to write fiction novels and short stories, and I want them to be more, to mean more than just a heap of self loathing compositions written to further analyze my own psyche.
I think that I might need to seek some wisdom from Jimmo.

The world is bigger than our jobs, I just need to get through this rough spot (summer spent alone, in bed or with work-friends, which in no way equate to real friends) and start school again. Then maybe by magic, I will be a different person with different personal issues...
it sounds much more stupid when you say it than when you think it
but I will keep my fingers crossed.
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