I'm in a slump
It would seem so few people understand human frailties. I see them always. My heart twists itself into a knot because I can't stand to see others be so oblivious to them, just speak or act so uncaringly and not even conceive a notion that it might be possible that they are having more effect upon something than they tried to.
It is not often that I am not aware of it when someone is uncomfortable or bothered by somebody's actions or words or uneasy with their own things. Often I want to speak up and tell them that it is alright, though I worry that I might be mistaken or catch them off guard and only make it worse or confuse them and they'll think I'm awfully strange.
Everybody already thinks I'm awfully strange.
But I can't help it, I see everything. I am so aware of every simple intimacy, every certain regard in a direction, every faltering deep inside of eyes, every tone of voice, shade of light, movement of wind, motion of limbs. Nobody knows. I wish everyone could see things the way I see them just for a little while. They would understand then
I hate days like these. They get me down.
I put all my feelings into art. Although ugly, but art nonetheless.
I haven't done this in ages.
But tomorrow will be the day it will all turn around. I just know it.
Things are lovely if we let them.
If anyone still actually reads this darn LJ, give me new music to listen to. Preferably anything like Passion Pit, Le Roux, Walter Meego & Glasser... Or, better yet, surprise me.
It is not often that I am not aware of it when someone is uncomfortable or bothered by somebody's actions or words or uneasy with their own things. Often I want to speak up and tell them that it is alright, though I worry that I might be mistaken or catch them off guard and only make it worse or confuse them and they'll think I'm awfully strange.
Everybody already thinks I'm awfully strange.
But I can't help it, I see everything. I am so aware of every simple intimacy, every certain regard in a direction, every faltering deep inside of eyes, every tone of voice, shade of light, movement of wind, motion of limbs. Nobody knows. I wish everyone could see things the way I see them just for a little while. They would understand then
I hate days like these. They get me down.
I put all my feelings into art. Although ugly, but art nonetheless.
I haven't done this in ages.
But tomorrow will be the day it will all turn around. I just know it.
Things are lovely if we let them.
If anyone still actually reads this darn LJ, give me new music to listen to. Preferably anything like Passion Pit, Le Roux, Walter Meego & Glasser... Or, better yet, surprise me.