you can have everything if you just let yourself be.
I'm sitting on the couch in my living room where for the past half hour I've sat with only one contact in. Things were blurry, but I thought my eyes were just fucked up - which they are. Not this time. Just a lost contact.
I took out the other one and now I see clearly.
4 roommates
4 laptops
4 blue faces - lit up by LCD screens
4 isolated individuals spending quality family time together
I'm one of them right now. Make those fours into fives.
Today was brilliantly forgettable.
"choose happiness"
-Kaylyn Scardefield
It was an obscure moment -a flicker of a second - before class. But it stuck with me as I struggled through the floor exercises and into my afternoon. In the end I chose to be happy, or at least to not linger on negativity. It's funny how little things build; how tiny, seemingly insignificant words, memories, interactions can affect a person.
Whatever. I'm babbling.
I thought of a new idea for a screenplay. Or short. Or something. I want to film a movie. But I'd like to write that movie first.
Untitled.
A Dark Comedy.
There are these people, much like social workers, who are sex counselors.
They offer services in observing children and telling the parents if they are gay. This way the child can grow up in the most healthy state of mind for their sexuality. This boy has grown up being told that he is gay. He has lived the life of a young gay teen.
But he's not gay. And he's realizing the importance of being true to yourself. In an inverted and twisted world, how can you convince others of who you are? Or do you even need to?
Definitely needs to be a comedy.
A dark, tragic comedy.
I took out the other one and now I see clearly.
4 roommates
4 laptops
4 blue faces - lit up by LCD screens
4 isolated individuals spending quality family time together
I'm one of them right now. Make those fours into fives.
Today was brilliantly forgettable.
"choose happiness"
-Kaylyn Scardefield
It was an obscure moment -a flicker of a second - before class. But it stuck with me as I struggled through the floor exercises and into my afternoon. In the end I chose to be happy, or at least to not linger on negativity. It's funny how little things build; how tiny, seemingly insignificant words, memories, interactions can affect a person.
Whatever. I'm babbling.
I thought of a new idea for a screenplay. Or short. Or something. I want to film a movie. But I'd like to write that movie first.
Untitled.
A Dark Comedy.
There are these people, much like social workers, who are sex counselors.
They offer services in observing children and telling the parents if they are gay. This way the child can grow up in the most healthy state of mind for their sexuality. This boy has grown up being told that he is gay. He has lived the life of a young gay teen.
But he's not gay. And he's realizing the importance of being true to yourself. In an inverted and twisted world, how can you convince others of who you are? Or do you even need to?
Definitely needs to be a comedy.
A dark, tragic comedy.