i am a victim. but i did it all to myself. all by myself.
in the kitchen, with a coffee cup. and now?
well, dont even get me started, but the desire, or more likely the ability to sleep... has been stolen away from my grasp.
today is hot. and i sound really unintelligent. blabbering on about nonsense helps tho.
ticklemeelmo stolemyphone
HELP!!!
i shud hav stayed in bed
... its true
you know sometimes i wish i was a kid again. to trust when someone says, "the fire burns" and not be the person who has to check and see.
i wish i was a kid again, operating on a specific level of innocence...
i wish i had the mental purity in a sense that a kid has before he comes too close to the inner workings of the world around us.
its hard to pull yourself out of your surroundings when you have allowed yourself to get so caught up in such menial and trivial things the world entertains us with.
its hard to see that moral highground. or maybe its painfully obvious.
its hard to even desire it.
but in a chance encounter with the mirror you see the truth of your soul is farther from who you thought you were inside. and maybe its because you just walked, and neglected to pay attention to the pathways.
if my actions define my character and show my true intentions. Then who i am, is who i hoped to never be.
but still, i am a work in progress. so i walk in hope. pursuing purpose.
have you ever noticed, even as writers...
sometimes we lose our magic touch with words?
its like trying to ride a bike, or keeping a standard wpm (words per min)
it takes commitment. and commitment requires practice.
i still get lost in my head.
my head is halfway down a mental track and im still trying to figure out how to phrase the first part of my sentance.
maybe its because there is a mental disconnect. like who i was two minutes ago simply cant get along with who i am becoming now. so like a conscientious objector my subconscience starts to riot. throwing my mind into upheaval.
(so, not likely, but it was worth a try)
something has to change. and its me.
i would have written more
but im lame
just found an app for this
my itouch is too good
my thumbs will become strong
and i will be able to articulate
and digi word vomit again
be excited cause i am
. its too late for this .
goodnight
