Of late, many things have been bringing home to me, the fact that the world will not wait. It will not wait while I mourn, while I make up my mind, while I drag my feet. It just has so much going, it can't afford to stop for puny little me to get back on board. This realization upsets me. Mildly.
To thinkI might not see those eyesMakes it so hardNot to cryAnd as we sayour long good byesI almost do
- Run (Snow Patrol)
Hi Luv,
It feels wrong writing this. Never thought I'd see the day. I'm trying to accept the fact that you are not here, that the next time I go by your house, I won't be cueing up to make you smile. I'm working on using the right tense whenever I speak about you. It hurts afresh every single time.
You don't know this but I've really been looking forward to you. I couldn't wait to get to know you, find out how your mind works. I'd already pictured me imparting nonsense packaged as wisdom. I saw you getting it.
Y'all gon' make me lose my mind, up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me go all out, up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me act a fool, up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me lose my cool, up in here, up in here
DMX
Concussion: A traumatic injury to tissues of the body such as the brain as a result of a violent blow, shaking, or spinning.
To be concussed: To experience the above tragedy.
When I was little, a concussion meant running head first into a wall and seeing stars.
A bit later, it changed to falling of those wooden beams that they put up for renovations sake and landing on your back- and on your head (and having to crawl into the house because everything was paining and you thought something in your spine area might have come loose).
I'm a hazard to myself
Don't let me get me, I'm my own worst enemy
It's bad when you annoy your self, so irritating
Don't wanna be my friend no more
I wanna be someone else
-PinkLast weekend was wicked; we partied till 7 in the morning and long after the die hards had blacked out, I was going strong, on pure adrenaline! I had a ball (as usual, for all the wrong reasons) and didn't touch a drop of alcohol.
Yeah, I still need to get me some of that.
I'm saddened by permanent departures. A friend's going back home and chances of ever seeing him again are minimal. Its sad. And there's all those promises you make in these situations; to write, send pics, spend each day on skype but there's something about the distance that makes you lose the bond that proximity gave you. Something about forgetting what their smile looks like and how they had a silly dance move that they'd perfected (and how they used to sprawl on the grass when under the influence). I wish he didn't have to go.Oh well, we meet to part, part to meet and what not.
I hope you never lose your sense of wonderHave your fill to eat but always keep that hungerMay you never take a single breath for grantedGod forbid, love ever leaves you empty handed
I hope you'll still feel small when you stand besides the ocean (see lake)whenever one door closes I hope one more opensPromise me that you'll give faith a fighting chanceAnd when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
I hope you never fear those mountains in the distanceNever settle for the path of least resistanceliving means taking chances that are worth takingLove, it might be a mistake, but it's worth making
Don't let some hell bent heart leave you bitterWhen you come close to selling out, reconsiderGive the heavens more than just a passing glanceand when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
I want to be a transformer when I grow up!
Jesus, I need to get in touch with the sensitive me. Invite her to move in. I think I hurt some one yesterday. This business of avoiding depth is not as user friendly as I thought it would be. Yeah, my mantra this morning is, " I'm a shit, I'm a shit, I'm a shit". I throw in some token, " No, you aren't-s " But the prevailing opinion is thus.
Was looking through my journal last night and it seems that I know what to do, I'm just not doing it! It's right there, at the top of every page: Slow down, slow down, slow down... But am afraid to slow down. Whirl wind works for me, doesn't it?
Right. I'm...slowing...down.
PS: I need a new self hep book. Can anyone hook a sister up with The Secret?
1. Mr. Streetsider sir, there's a bullet somewhere with your name on it.2. Really digging this mass writing biz. Shall we publish when we're done?3. Here goes nothing.
The instructions:1. You take the story, and give it your own unique twist.2. Link back to the blogger who whispered to you and or include their name in your post.3. Whisper the new challenge into the ear of a blogger of your picking.4. Let them know by leaving a comment at theirs.Pass it on with the instructions!
Maama Jacob woke with a start. Her body and bed were drenched in a cold sweat and ice clamped around her heart. It didn't help that even with her eyes wide open, swinging from one corner of the room to another, she could see nothing. The darkness was total. She took a deep breath and fought the irrational urge to lunge for her bedside torch.
