Aug 25, 2011 02:00
bed time. I stumble my way through a halcyon daze of adolescence. it's like an altered state of consciousness when I revisit particular moments, almost like they were shot for shot perfection for Hollywood.
what should admittedly be awkwardness is this 50 strong orchestral suite, Logic and Final Cut editing, colored perfectly. like I'll let myself believe my first kiss at age eleven was really a John Hughes movie. honestly, it was more like learning to swim before I learnt to drown- flailing myself about for a week, not really sure of where to go or what to do.
and then there was the time, that forsaken ritual that determines your social standing for a good few years. did fireworks go off? was the consummation summarised in a single breath and a grip of the duvet?
I would actually compare it more to directionless to the point of motionless.
I begin to wonder if maybe the first times are the worst times. the first time I kissed a girl. the first time I stole. the first time I decided I wanted to dye my hair. then I realise;
had I not done the first time, I wouldn't have any time at all.