Should I choose to say here now all depends on buildings, buses, streets, trees, rain, and friends.
I'm feeling as free as OJ Simpson pre-robbery... heh. I've been in such a state of bliss lately and I can't quite describe why I'm happy; I think that I've come to realize that things in this world only last for brief moments until they fade away and I need to latch onto the positive aspects of life before they completely disappear. Instead of waiting for that right moment, that one slip of time that supposedly widens the vision of the path to true greatness, I need to make mistakes. Grace only comes with humanism. Sure, apprehension is inevitable, but with action comes reason. With thoughts come progress, yes, but the message achieved is an inferior one. Subtlety weighs more than abashed honesty, at least to me.
I remember looking up at the sky recently one night in a convertible car, searching the stars for some understanding that I thought I could pry out and grab if I focused just that tad bit more. Sure enough, I found nothing, and although clouds amassed themselves in clusters and swarmed the cosmos with their murky, filmy hands that seemed so immaculate and godly, I knew that my contrived notions would do nothing.
I wish I had more moments of completely understanding, as greedy as that may be. Perception is everything these days, though... Hmm. What to do with my life, what to do. My options are expansive. I can't figure out my head to save the life of me. Sometimes this duality in my brain is overbearing, but last I heard, spirit and body work harmoniously. The whole yin/yang thing, no? I'm talking out of my ass, what else is new.
I need to express myself more often. My thoughts explode in my head sometimes and I feel like an aneurysm is on its way. Scary, no? I wish I knew what was tangible these days.
I remember looking up at the sky recently one night in a convertible car, searching the stars for some understanding that I thought I could pry out and grab if I focused just that tad bit more. Sure enough, I found nothing, and although clouds amassed themselves in clusters and swarmed the cosmos with their murky, filmy hands that seemed so immaculate and godly, I knew that my contrived notions would do nothing.
I wish I had more moments of completely understanding, as greedy as that may be. Perception is everything these days, though... Hmm. What to do with my life, what to do. My options are expansive. I can't figure out my head to save the life of me. Sometimes this duality in my brain is overbearing, but last I heard, spirit and body work harmoniously. The whole yin/yang thing, no? I'm talking out of my ass, what else is new.
I need to express myself more often. My thoughts explode in my head sometimes and I feel like an aneurysm is on its way. Scary, no? I wish I knew what was tangible these days.