Jun 19, 2004 13:55
Singing in the rain, just singing in the rain, what a glorious feeling, but I almost feel silly singing in a whisper, I'm 6 feet tall using my 10 inch voice that can't carry the mass of the words I've got to speak. I must have the Midas touch, everywhere I look there's gold, it may be because my ear to ear smile seems to make everything around me sparkle. Heaven sure as Hell knows, everything's gravy so to speak at the second but some things make wish I had a space ship to fly away like Kanye. Then again, this might just be a path to my take off zone.
I never feel in the mood to write anymore, well when I do, it just doesn't sound right.
I took a visit to Western last week, I don't know if I ever wrote about it, but getting my schedule and everything just seemed kinda overwhelming, everything is just easier to concieve in Louisville, it's like my crib, like there's lines all over the outside of this city and when I step so far out on my own it's like a breath of cold air from the warm air. It's so much easier to think I'll keep writing weird crap inside this little room forever, but just not too long ago I felt life yank on my collar, leading me, and I just know what I have to do, or more so what it feels like I should be doing, what I want to do, what I should be doing, I don't know, there's just a lot of doing to be done.