Energy seems to be seeping our of every seam these days.
And these seams are fraying quickly, oh dear.
Feeling a little too quickly put together to weather this weather.
I’m okay, I just need to be smoothed out, folded up.
Folded up in someone’s familiar arms.
GOING FOR A LITTLE TRIP SOUTH TO COLLECT MY NEW CAR.
YES THIS REQUIRED CAPITALS.
a little something to someone very dear and not at all near to me:
I like you.
I like your intensity and focus.
And how this focus sometimes (often) wanders.
I really like how sometimes the most frustrating things about you are the very things that challenge me, excite me, and entice me.
I hope that by this time you are maybe getting some rest. Because you need your rest so that you can keep giving yourself to this world.
I don’t know. For someone who wants to write a book, I’m not very good with words.
Whatever the case, if I don’t talk to you that much within the next few days, know I love you. It may not mean that much to you, and I mean it in the most tender way, but also know that I pray for you, often, because my hope (and prayer) is that a higher form of Love can be more effectual than my fickle - though attempting to be constant - love.
How hard it is to feel as if one is living fully. And yet, here I am. Hands numb, and trembling, hairs risen on my arms. Next to a busy, wet road, looking up often hoping to see the bus that will take me to another shell of mine.
Feeling as trapped as the trees in the park fenced in by bricks.
Do I want to be here? Where else could I be?
I need a holiday.
If only he’d tell me.
If only I’d listen.
Public Service Announcement: As absent, dopey, impractical and generally high I may seem, I am actually not that stupid. In actuality, I got dux of my school. I just have trouble processing real-life scenarios. Please don’t scare the neurones by firing too many instructions at me, or having too high expectations. No, it doesn’t get any better. Yes I have always been this way. This has been a Public Service Announcement.
I’ve been writing/drawing things with the intention of posting them but I keep losing the pieces of paper/forgetting.
Hello, and thank you!
This is really nice. Cant even get over the idea that somebody finds me inspiring. Peace :)
Always looking forward, and feeling the pressure from the past. Why am I here again? To live. To experience. What do I want to do in the future? Many things, but they are not important now. I trust they will sort themselves out. I can let things be, without being totally passive.