DP (double post.)
November
Reach out and grab an idea. Hold out your hand and feel it, caress it, try and understand it. Look into someone's eyes and find the point--the point between a thoughtful look, and a creepy stare. Study art so you can reproduce it, try and make it your own, while only creating a shadow of what you'd like. But strive.
Strive for the moment when you can say to yourself, "it's okay." It's okay to leave. It's okay if you can't connect. It's okay that the world is a big place, etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etcetera, etcetera. But reach out.
Reach out and strive for the moment when you no longer have any clean clothes, so you decide not to pay a utility bill and buy new clothes. Reach out for whatever it is that gets you through the day. Addiction is taking over me, and for whatever reason, I'm just fine with that. Debt is killing me, and for whatever reason I'm doing very little about it. The rat race is catching up to me.
So strive for the moment when song lyrcis define your life. Reach out for a time when that first sip of the first coffee after you've awakened from your slumber is the highlight of your day, and some piece of shit internet journal is the only way to 'get out there'.
whatever.
November
Reach out and grab an idea. Hold out your hand and feel it, caress it, try and understand it. Look into someone's eyes and find the point--the point between a thoughtful look, and a creepy stare. Study art so you can reproduce it, try and make it your own, while only creating a shadow of what you'd like. But strive.
Strive for the moment when you can say to yourself, "it's okay." It's okay to leave. It's okay if you can't connect. It's okay that the world is a big place, etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etcetera, etcetera. But reach out.
Reach out and strive for the moment when you no longer have any clean clothes, so you decide not to pay a utility bill and buy new clothes. Reach out for whatever it is that gets you through the day. Addiction is taking over me, and for whatever reason, I'm just fine with that. Debt is killing me, and for whatever reason I'm doing very little about it. The rat race is catching up to me.
So strive for the moment when song lyrcis define your life. Reach out for a time when that first sip of the first coffee after you've awakened from your slumber is the highlight of your day, and some piece of shit internet journal is the only way to 'get out there'.
whatever.
saucer:
I keep telling myself to "keep going"....that sounds boring now after I read this....."Strive"is more convincing