Apr 01, 2007 14:50
At night I dream of butterflies in my stomach and having my flesh ripped apart by zombies. I wake up at four in the morning and can't sleep again for hours after. I see people on the streets that remind me... and I bite my bottom lip hard so I don't cry.
I've decided to be an actress, so watch for me. It'll happen.
I can't say that I'm at peace with any one part of my life right now, and because of this I feel like I am scattered across miles and miles of earth. Caught up in the wind. I want to learn the guitar and play on open mike nights, grow my hair long and wear it in tangled waves. I want to be effortless. I want to buy a rusty old Volkswagen and drive across the country; go to California and sit on the beach for days, sleeping in tiny motels and meeting beautiful, kind-hearted people. I want a life of poetry and beauty and I don't want to wait I want this right now.
More than anything, I want to know that I'm taking steps toward something great. Right now all I am is words out of my mouth into the air, evaporating. I need to create something from them, pull my thoughts and ideas together and mold a beautiful life.