...I think I think too much about thoughts. Think so?
I've been considering changing my major. Piano...may just turn out to be one of the most taxing things...and it's all in my head. I think if worrying about something as stupid as this is going to drive me mad, I'd best find myself something I can at least worry about comfortably. There've already been positive things lending me to believe that a major in Creative Writing is the thing to do...but I don't want to find another thing I like doing ruined for me because of stress. Don't get me wrong, I'm infatuated with music. I find myself looking forward to my World Music class and singing in Choir...but getting sick to my stomach before piano lessons.
Life holds no clear answers.
It feels like I always have the talent nobody has. In groups of people forced to be in choir, I have the singing voice of a lark. In the land of practising piano, I can roll poetry around my head like an ace bowler. In the land of planning ahead in life, I write great songs. In the land of movie goers, I have random scientific facts. In the land of dinner eaters, I have debate topics. In the land of lecture-listeners, I am a brilliant orator. WHY do my skills never seem to match the setting I get to use them in?!
I just want it to be the weekend still. I want to have old movie marathons with that boy and make him stay the night. And I want it to have absolutely no adverse effects on my poetry.
Katrina
Ps- Hey world, thanks for being there. There are always times when we feel isolated unto ourselves, but then human contact alone can make us realise, "Hey, I'm not alone in this."
Life holds no clear answers.
It feels like I always have the talent nobody has. In groups of people forced to be in choir, I have the singing voice of a lark. In the land of practising piano, I can roll poetry around my head like an ace bowler. In the land of planning ahead in life, I write great songs. In the land of movie goers, I have random scientific facts. In the land of dinner eaters, I have debate topics. In the land of lecture-listeners, I am a brilliant orator. WHY do my skills never seem to match the setting I get to use them in?!
I just want it to be the weekend still. I want to have old movie marathons with that boy and make him stay the night. And I want it to have absolutely no adverse effects on my poetry.
Katrina
Ps- Hey world, thanks for being there. There are always times when we feel isolated unto ourselves, but then human contact alone can make us realise, "Hey, I'm not alone in this."