who knows anymore? Just let me be...
I breathed in too much life today.
Well, not too much , just a little bit more than what I'm used to.
I've realized that I look down a lot now
most of the time
my eyes gaze down or
away from other's faces.
I think I am trying to close it out, a bit.
"Come on baby; don't be afraid to look at life in the world. You can be part too!
let
it
in"
the last words were slumbled, slumber, a bit of a whisper and a bit of a sneer composed it so it resonated loudly in both her eardrums.
She gulped.
I usually feel like I'm gasping sucking suffocating trying so hard to breathe. But tonight, I guess I can feel it inside, not outside.
The walk in her step was lighter. Despite his wax philosophical earlier, he suddenly became concerned that she would float away and actually leave him here.
"You're lucky I chose to walk with you, then." This time, he tried jaunty. No matter how he said it it didn't seem to fit. Nothing seemed to fit with her and make sense. At least He knew it wasn't him.
Finally, she laughed. He was sure she let some of the bubbles seemingly inside of her out with it, so he relaxed. Just make her smile, he said. Whatever is dangerous inside will have to come out.
"Don't forget to walk me!" She said loyally, and for a second he was so proud that he had managed to understand what was good for her, to train her!"
"yeah, he said, walking closer, but more briskly next to her. this is what we need.
Don't worry
"Don't be so tired, kid, it's only the beginning."
"I don't know whether I'm too young or too old." She declared it suddenly, in the middle of some other sentence
DEAR BEE
STOP YOUR FUCKING BULLSHIT.
THERE IS NO REASON
TO THINK LIKE SHIT
ALL THE TIME.
Its not poetry.
I know what I have to do
what will make me swallow the light.
So, here. Sober minded, and having one of those nights that was relived more often in daydreams than in real life and I want to enjoy it because my hair is loose and I'm barefoot on the cement. The bar chords hit me, (I know the simpler the bar the more plastered I get.) and I'm a little drunk. even through happiness and simplicity I crave intoxication and complexity.
It does not matter if I'll see you again because we have this. I've had so many one night stand friendships, but relationships will make me run away. As long as I'm far away from someone, I'll be ok.
I'll think about this one for a long time.
So I'll take this night and keep running; maybe it’s not good to think about where to go.
I want to be utterly confused about this entry tomorrow
and try to wonder why and when I wrote the things I did.
At least this is dated.
be positive.
Well, not too much , just a little bit more than what I'm used to.
I've realized that I look down a lot now
most of the time
my eyes gaze down or
away from other's faces.
I think I am trying to close it out, a bit.
"Come on baby; don't be afraid to look at life in the world. You can be part too!
let
it
in"
the last words were slumbled, slumber, a bit of a whisper and a bit of a sneer composed it so it resonated loudly in both her eardrums.
She gulped.
I usually feel like I'm gasping sucking suffocating trying so hard to breathe. But tonight, I guess I can feel it inside, not outside.
The walk in her step was lighter. Despite his wax philosophical earlier, he suddenly became concerned that she would float away and actually leave him here.
"You're lucky I chose to walk with you, then." This time, he tried jaunty. No matter how he said it it didn't seem to fit. Nothing seemed to fit with her and make sense. At least He knew it wasn't him.
Finally, she laughed. He was sure she let some of the bubbles seemingly inside of her out with it, so he relaxed. Just make her smile, he said. Whatever is dangerous inside will have to come out.
"Don't forget to walk me!" She said loyally, and for a second he was so proud that he had managed to understand what was good for her, to train her!"
"yeah, he said, walking closer, but more briskly next to her. this is what we need.
Don't worry
"Don't be so tired, kid, it's only the beginning."
"I don't know whether I'm too young or too old." She declared it suddenly, in the middle of some other sentence
DEAR BEE
STOP YOUR FUCKING BULLSHIT.
THERE IS NO REASON
TO THINK LIKE SHIT
ALL THE TIME.
Its not poetry.
I know what I have to do
what will make me swallow the light.
So, here. Sober minded, and having one of those nights that was relived more often in daydreams than in real life and I want to enjoy it because my hair is loose and I'm barefoot on the cement. The bar chords hit me, (I know the simpler the bar the more plastered I get.) and I'm a little drunk. even through happiness and simplicity I crave intoxication and complexity.
It does not matter if I'll see you again because we have this. I've had so many one night stand friendships, but relationships will make me run away. As long as I'm far away from someone, I'll be ok.
I'll think about this one for a long time.
So I'll take this night and keep running; maybe it’s not good to think about where to go.
I want to be utterly confused about this entry tomorrow
and try to wonder why and when I wrote the things I did.
At least this is dated.
be positive.