Tired

Running running

Running

Dreaming of lists

Plots to make

Plots to color

Plots to take , they are moving, moving, moving

Switching colors, changing descriptions

The lists in my head, it writes itself in my dreams

Must smile

Must be the façade.

The actor to dress actors

The actor to address actors

Servitude and waititude.

Waiting, listing, moving, moving ( Read more... )

For the first time in my life I realized why one should NOT EVER HAVE A BLOG.  For the  love of your own sense of dignity, if your livejournal goes as far back as highschool DO NOT read your old entries.  You were dumb and probably bitched about your parents, the government and the opposite sex in such a way that you will unrecoverably be ( Read more... )

So I came across those few times in your life when someone does something so maliciously bad to your character that you can't wrap your brain around it.  In my overly-logic driven head I cannot come to turns with why he did what he did without there being some underlying story I don't know about, some reason, however small it is ( Read more... )

And so here I am.

I saw my mom off on her way and like usual our departure was a fair balance of onset nostalgia and anxietal relief.  I am sure many mother/daughter duos suffer similar battles.

I am alone in Louisville- the first time in my life I have actually been alone.  As of yesterday there is no one within a 300 mile radius who knows my name ( Read more... )

Most Lovers talk of dreams
as if they are some transcending instance of Love.
An ADVENTURE
too great to touch, too
worthy to remember.
These Lovers are wrong.
Our dreams are our WISHES.
Don't live in your dreams-
enjoy them, cherish them
and then wake up and let me
join the adventure
with you.

With the beautiful and frightening idea of moving my mind has been a constant hundred-mile an hour cluster of what it would be look.  How exhilarating to leave behind everyone I know- the world I hate so much yet lean on out of knowing familiarity. So, if I were to have to leave tomorrow (from a perfect job opportunity or the shear inability to ( Read more... )

I have never felt a stronger need to find :home" whatever that may be ( Read more... )

I just want to be capable of everything. Desirable for all talents. Or at the very least, content in all the ways I lack.

So once upon a time there lived this octopus who roamed the sea alone.  She was filled with passion, strength, intelligence and good will.  But she had this fear.  She didn't want to roam the sea alone. I mean who does right ( Read more... )

Cue Scene: The Sitcom of Natalie’s Life ( Read more... )