Sighness...
I wrote last night in myspace and I'll have to move it over...
I seem to be in a mood to write again. I'm sure some new songs will surface from this creative spat. I don't know what it is about me. I seem to do everything in phases... I think it's because I need change a lot and I get really bored with life easily.
I wonder if I'll ever be able to just view life as it is, without searching for some deeper meaning, or creating it for that matter. I'm not sure I want to though. Life would be too boring and meaningless. Maybe this is because I don't get out much, or get bored. I dunno... I can't start psycho analyzing in the way that I used to or I'll go crazy. I just want to exist and be happy and live in the moment.
I have this friend at work who works Saturday, Sunday, and Monday. His sister works for an airline so on the weekdays he picks a different destination every week and gets to fly for free. I would love that for the most part, except I'd worry about my safety. He was telling me how he stays on stranger's couches or once he even slept with the homeless. I'm not sure I could do that. It'd make for an interesting life story, but there's no point if it comes to a tragic end... at least not for me.
I've said this a lot lately, but I'm tired of dwelling on the past. I've moved on from everything except the memories. It's time to close the doors and move on. Isn't that what we wanted all along?
I seem to be in a mood to write again. I'm sure some new songs will surface from this creative spat. I don't know what it is about me. I seem to do everything in phases... I think it's because I need change a lot and I get really bored with life easily.
I wonder if I'll ever be able to just view life as it is, without searching for some deeper meaning, or creating it for that matter. I'm not sure I want to though. Life would be too boring and meaningless. Maybe this is because I don't get out much, or get bored. I dunno... I can't start psycho analyzing in the way that I used to or I'll go crazy. I just want to exist and be happy and live in the moment.
I have this friend at work who works Saturday, Sunday, and Monday. His sister works for an airline so on the weekdays he picks a different destination every week and gets to fly for free. I would love that for the most part, except I'd worry about my safety. He was telling me how he stays on stranger's couches or once he even slept with the homeless. I'm not sure I could do that. It'd make for an interesting life story, but there's no point if it comes to a tragic end... at least not for me.
I've said this a lot lately, but I'm tired of dwelling on the past. I've moved on from everything except the memories. It's time to close the doors and move on. Isn't that what we wanted all along?