you think?
You can skip this if you want to because it's quite mellow.
There's this sort of tepid restlessness around the world lately; though I suspect that could be just me.
I dreamt happy things last night, so when I woke up in the morning and remembered I was somewhat disappointed. It's true that things don't just fall in your lap, or turn up at your bus stop while you're eating cake. Meeting starts when you reach out but my shyness keeps getting the better of me. I need to get out of this self-conscious funk.
I keep thinking a lot but I never get round to putting everything into words. Sometimes I get so terrified of forgetting, particularly when I look back on old things I've written and for the life of me, can't remember what context in which those were said or done. How much detail from the daily things will I have to put down in words just so I won't regret it later? My memory can be a most difficult thing.
I need to start fulfilling promises to myself. That one included.
There have been happy times lately, like walks to bus stops and ridiculous movies, but for some reason they make me even more melancholic. I suspect I'm just missing things, like having more than three people in the house, watching my brother on the PlayStation all day long or snorting at television with my sister. I don't know about this growing up but it's making me kind of cheesy, and kind of sad at the same time.
For the record, I refuse to revert back to my old style of emotional, vaguely cryptic posts as Shameera used to accuse me of. Have some caramel to make up for it.
NOW LISTEN AND LEARN IT IS TIME FOR PRANCING
NOW WE ARE HERE WITH CARAMELLDANSEN
There's this sort of tepid restlessness around the world lately; though I suspect that could be just me.
I dreamt happy things last night, so when I woke up in the morning and remembered I was somewhat disappointed. It's true that things don't just fall in your lap, or turn up at your bus stop while you're eating cake. Meeting starts when you reach out but my shyness keeps getting the better of me. I need to get out of this self-conscious funk.
I keep thinking a lot but I never get round to putting everything into words. Sometimes I get so terrified of forgetting, particularly when I look back on old things I've written and for the life of me, can't remember what context in which those were said or done. How much detail from the daily things will I have to put down in words just so I won't regret it later? My memory can be a most difficult thing.
I need to start fulfilling promises to myself. That one included.
There have been happy times lately, like walks to bus stops and ridiculous movies, but for some reason they make me even more melancholic. I suspect I'm just missing things, like having more than three people in the house, watching my brother on the PlayStation all day long or snorting at television with my sister. I don't know about this growing up but it's making me kind of cheesy, and kind of sad at the same time.
For the record, I refuse to revert back to my old style of emotional, vaguely cryptic posts as Shameera used to accuse me of. Have some caramel to make up for it.
Click to viewNOW LISTEN AND LEARN IT IS TIME FOR PRANCING
NOW WE ARE HERE WITH CARAMELLDANSEN