There's One In All Of Us

It was one of those days when it's a minute away from snowing and there's this electricity in the air, you can almost hear it. And this bag was, like, dancing with me. Like a little kid begging me to play with it. For fifteen minutes. And that's the day I knew there was this entire life behind things, and... this incredibly benevolent force, that wanted me to know there was no reason to be afraid, ever. Video's a poor excuse, I know. But it helps me remember... and I need to remember... Sometimes there's so much beauty in the world I feel like I can't take it, like my heart's going to cave in.

It was one of those days when it's a minute away from snowing and there's this electricity in the air, you can almost hear it. And this bag was, like, dancing with me. Like a little kid begging me to play with it. For fifteen minutes. And that's the day I knew there was this entire life behind things, and... this incredibly benevolent force, that wanted me to know there was no reason to be afraid, ever. Video's a poor excuse, I know. But it helps me remember... and I need to remember... Sometimes there's so much beauty in the world I feel like I can't take it, like my heart's going to cave in.

It was one of those days when it's a minute away from snowing and there's this electricity in the air, you can almost hear it. And this bag was, like, dancing with me. Like a little kid begging me to play with it. For fifteen minutes. And that's the day I knew there was this entire life behind things, and... this incredibly benevolent force, that wanted me to know there was no reason to be afraid, ever. Video's a poor excuse, I know. But it helps me remember... and I need to remember... Sometimes there's so much beauty in the world I feel like I can't take it, like my heart's going to cave in.

It was one of those days when it's a minute away from snowing and there's this electricity in the air, you can almost hear it. And this bag was, like, dancing with me. Like a little kid begging me to play with it. For fifteen minutes. And that's the day I knew there was this entire life behind things, and... this incredibly benevolent force, that wanted me to know there was no reason to be afraid, ever. Video's a poor excuse, I know. But it helps me remember... and I need to remember... Sometimes there's so much beauty in the world I feel like I can't take it, like my heart's going to cave in.

It was one of those days when it's a minute away from snowing and there's this electricity in the air, you can almost hear it. And this bag was, like, dancing with me. Like a little kid begging me to play with it. For fifteen minutes. And that's the day I knew there was this entire life behind things, and... this incredibly benevolent force, that wanted me to know there was no reason to be afraid, ever. Video's a poor excuse, I know. But it helps me remember... and I need to remember... Sometimes there's so much beauty in the world I feel like I can't take it, like my heart's going to cave in.

Monday, July 26, 2010

i want to be a visual artist more then anything. the nerves and goosebumps that run through my body that pulse through my feelings my five senses my memories my creativity is inspiring and overwhelming when i create art that can be seen and touched. i'm a good artist, but i'm a better writer. i have low confidence but i can say that i can express properly through ink and paper, keyboard and computer functions. proper as my definition of proper. proper as in i can express all that matters and is meaningful through words. i can wrap my mind around different areas of the brain and how each expresses onto paper. that's why when i come to a dilemma it's easiest for me to get it out and solve it by laying it out on paper. a projection of my most tender feelings and misunderstood thoughts on paper, made into an array that almost resembles a piece of visual art. i miss the time when i woke to his name and his words his gold eyes his thick lips i miss when i could see everything i had to live for and everything id have forever pulsating through him and onto my mind. i dont want to have to fabricate tales to steer his attention into caring. i want to wake up again and know i'm on this thoughts and i'm what keeps his heart beating. my sighs are the throbs of his veins..or they used to be. i dont know what to think/ is he nonchalant now because he feels comfortable with us and secure that i am his and feels he no longer needs to treat me delicately and with constant care? maybe i dont know anything and he doesnt care and he just says he does because he pities me. pities me because he knows me better then i know myself, and unfortunately my definition is a sad one because of my history.look it up i swear

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