contemplative.
Im thinking of a color...or a person perhaps would be more accurate.
is this what I want?
can't be what they want....
I don't know!
I feel like I have little squirrels in my head tossing my brain from side to side saying "pickle in the middle make a choice if you can!!!!"
Its nerveracking....
I think my nerves are shot...
I can't know for sure unless I reach for the spoon...
But that could always just make me lose my grip and fall off the edge dragging someone else with me...
Is it a lost cause.
I wish the person knew.
Im sure they do.
They've opened this journal before.
Theyv'e been so curious and bewildered enough to hide it away.
Have they taken another peek? I don't know.
Perhaps they have...perhaps they will...
I wish I could just spill. But Im not sure yet.
All I can keep saying is "how are things?" After that the seemingly akward situation gets disturbed by other crazed individuals involved in some sort of twisted ritual such as singing or chasing eachother with fuzzies or tape and balloons.
They ask the same question. Do they know what Im really dealing with? I might be afraid to know the answer to that. But again Im not sure.
Sometimes I wish God answered us in his own voice saying "yes, no, take a shot and see for yourself"
Im not good at talking to people about how I feel.
Maybe I wish they knew how I felt.
I wish I knew how I felt.
Argh...of all the creative ways I could express myself right now..."Argh" is my choice?....Fie on life....just FIE!!!!
is this what I want?
can't be what they want....
I don't know!
I feel like I have little squirrels in my head tossing my brain from side to side saying "pickle in the middle make a choice if you can!!!!"
Its nerveracking....
I think my nerves are shot...
I can't know for sure unless I reach for the spoon...
But that could always just make me lose my grip and fall off the edge dragging someone else with me...
Is it a lost cause.
I wish the person knew.
Im sure they do.
They've opened this journal before.
Theyv'e been so curious and bewildered enough to hide it away.
Have they taken another peek? I don't know.
Perhaps they have...perhaps they will...
I wish I could just spill. But Im not sure yet.
All I can keep saying is "how are things?" After that the seemingly akward situation gets disturbed by other crazed individuals involved in some sort of twisted ritual such as singing or chasing eachother with fuzzies or tape and balloons.
They ask the same question. Do they know what Im really dealing with? I might be afraid to know the answer to that. But again Im not sure.
Sometimes I wish God answered us in his own voice saying "yes, no, take a shot and see for yourself"
Im not good at talking to people about how I feel.
Maybe I wish they knew how I felt.
I wish I knew how I felt.
Argh...of all the creative ways I could express myself right now..."Argh" is my choice?....Fie on life....just FIE!!!!