Aug 19, 2017 23:34
i have such an intense desire to rid myself of "things."
i feel bogged down, smothered, strangled....
it's becoming a feeling of desperation for existence.
like i'm screaming amongst everything, and
no one hears me, or cares.... a weak attempt i guess....
i'm really not as miserable as i sound, just contemplative,
nostalgic and a hopeless romantic.
trees.... i stood for 20 minutes staring up at the
tree in front of our house. people must have thought
i was crazy, but the breeze created this symphony of
movement and sound. it was beautiful... i wanted the leaves
to fall and kiss my face, but it wasn't the season for that...
so i just enjoyed what it gave me. simple, lovely music....
these are the things that make me feel like an outsider
in this world.... but i embrace it. what else can i do?
i won't kill bugs. i will always advocate passive resistance, and
i will always live my life with a veil of naivety...
i'm listening to music as i write this, and it makes
things feel cohesive, a melodic web that allows me to
bind myself with others... it's beautiful...