May 1, 2013
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it really comes down to where your energy is going. that’s really very important- to be alotting for your time….”well, i wallowed for 5 hours….and then there was languishing out in the grass for a couple more….”
those who write are intrinsically stunted, i reckon. there is some kind of delay of emotion, always. i am WEEPING on the drive home! word vomit pooling on the floor boards. it is grotesque, it is bloody. my character is sanded off and down constaaaaantly. (this is so good)
the writer who writes, writing wrote and writ.
i weighed every day for months. i am short-sighted in EVERY THING but this. every single day. every hour, my eyes pouring over all of this…..and it is still such a shame. HOWEVER, it is a glorious fact of this life that even I have more than one soul mate. even more than two.
he just kind of seeped in to every chasm…..
(i think a lot of people just don’t know what to do with me)
being alone with my sorrow is so…..empty(ing?). i say “this is getting somewhere”. i try to believe it. i believe in so little these days. i understand less and less. i am humbled.
i was always in awe….and so, i forgot to breathe. i still haven’t remembered.
everything has really gone all blurred together. i am disoriented.
it is SO fascinating to look back. i am ever thankful for more opportunities to empathize.
society expects you to make educated choices, sans education.
i wish you beautiful music of antiquity. specifically, lulling.
