it is eerie sometimes how similarly friends brains seem to work.. how two souls can be on the same wavelength at the same points in time.
i wrote a blog a few days ago, but i think i only posted it in my private journal. (meaning it was handwritten). and i was reading a recent blog one of my closest friends wrote on myspace a few moments ago and it touched on EVERYTHING i had written about. she is 2,000 miles away. we have never even spoken; except on the phone, we communicate solely on myspace and occasionally a real letter. heres a summarization of what we both had to say.
you were born into this world alone, and you are going to die alone. if you dont have your head screwed on tight; that can be a damn hard fact to face up to.
and its the ones that we love that hurt us the most. always.
why?
because we have allowed them to.. we gave them that power, we put them in that position; gave them that permission if you will, when we chipped down our walls stone by stone and let them in. because nobody can make you happier than the person you love unconditionally; the opposite is also true. nobody (and i mean NOBODY) can come CLOSE to hurting you as bad as that same person that you love.
it comes down to power. and what you are willing to give up. to lose. its a game. its gambling. you have to put everything in the pot and bet it all. or else you're holding back.
as for me, i personally advise having an ace up your sleeve at all times.
because you DON'T want to lose everything, honey. believe me. i have been there, shall we say. and you do NOT want that.
the poets and writers say that its only when you've lost everything that you are free to do anything... well... the poets can shove that up their collective assholes along with all that Love bullshit they spew forth.
it must be that poets are just constantly obliterated on shrooms and jack daniels or something.
and you may THINK you have nothing left to lose, but you're wrong. you have your family, you have your friends, you have my heart in an ivory box, you have love.
once you've lost LOVE, maybe then you can say you've truly lost everything.
but then, once you've lost love and hope... maybe then you're just mad. mental. insane.
and i dont believe that is something to strive for. then again (i pride myself on carefully examining all sides of a potential statement before i pronounce judgment) maybe if you are truly mad, you really are free to do anything.
this is a picture i did for the lovely, tiny lady i was referring to in the beginning of this blog... the one whose brain i seem to share.
she is so lovely. i just want to fix all the broken, lovely, breathtaking women i know. i want to fix them so that they see themselves how i see them.
people have such distorted views of themselves. its sad in some cases and terrifying in some cases. i want to fix everything.
i wrote a blog a few days ago, but i think i only posted it in my private journal. (meaning it was handwritten). and i was reading a recent blog one of my closest friends wrote on myspace a few moments ago and it touched on EVERYTHING i had written about. she is 2,000 miles away. we have never even spoken; except on the phone, we communicate solely on myspace and occasionally a real letter. heres a summarization of what we both had to say.
you were born into this world alone, and you are going to die alone. if you dont have your head screwed on tight; that can be a damn hard fact to face up to.
and its the ones that we love that hurt us the most. always.
why?
because we have allowed them to.. we gave them that power, we put them in that position; gave them that permission if you will, when we chipped down our walls stone by stone and let them in. because nobody can make you happier than the person you love unconditionally; the opposite is also true. nobody (and i mean NOBODY) can come CLOSE to hurting you as bad as that same person that you love.
it comes down to power. and what you are willing to give up. to lose. its a game. its gambling. you have to put everything in the pot and bet it all. or else you're holding back.
as for me, i personally advise having an ace up your sleeve at all times.
because you DON'T want to lose everything, honey. believe me. i have been there, shall we say. and you do NOT want that.
the poets and writers say that its only when you've lost everything that you are free to do anything... well... the poets can shove that up their collective assholes along with all that Love bullshit they spew forth.
it must be that poets are just constantly obliterated on shrooms and jack daniels or something.
and you may THINK you have nothing left to lose, but you're wrong. you have your family, you have your friends, you have my heart in an ivory box, you have love.
once you've lost LOVE, maybe then you can say you've truly lost everything.
but then, once you've lost love and hope... maybe then you're just mad. mental. insane.
and i dont believe that is something to strive for. then again (i pride myself on carefully examining all sides of a potential statement before i pronounce judgment) maybe if you are truly mad, you really are free to do anything.
this is a picture i did for the lovely, tiny lady i was referring to in the beginning of this blog... the one whose brain i seem to share.
she is so lovely. i just want to fix all the broken, lovely, breathtaking women i know. i want to fix them so that they see themselves how i see them.
people have such distorted views of themselves. its sad in some cases and terrifying in some cases. i want to fix everything.
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Although naming my set King Dork may raise speculation about my gender, I stick with it
You're one helluva girl, Miss Z.