Music makes me feel.
it makes me feel like i can do whatever i want.
on other happy notes, the weather is lovely. i sat outside soaking up the piedmont park rays yesterday feeling completely at bliss. well actually two days ago now.
it was like every single care that was heavy on my chest and heart was lifted for 20 minutes. that hasnt happened in like.....two/three months. maybe....
on other news.
my head is living in a book. my heart is living in a sound. my soul is living in a hope. my lungs are living in preperation for what's to come. my blood is living in a vein.
i had a dream last night (!!) (i never remember my dreams) (it kind of sucks)
but i remembered a little about last night.
i was talking, and saying this phrase/joke thing that this guy from my favorite band says all the time. and he was standing right next to me and he looks at me and smiles and says "i like how this girl thinks."
that's all i can remember. but at least i remembered that much.
i don't want to go to school.
i know what they want and i know they don't want me to stay-ay-ay-ay-ay.
i keep thinking about that chapter in Blue Like Jazz (read it if you haven't) about Don Miller not loving himself and so he won't allow other people to love him.
this is all.
on other happy notes, the weather is lovely. i sat outside soaking up the piedmont park rays yesterday feeling completely at bliss. well actually two days ago now.
it was like every single care that was heavy on my chest and heart was lifted for 20 minutes. that hasnt happened in like.....two/three months. maybe....
on other news.
my head is living in a book. my heart is living in a sound. my soul is living in a hope. my lungs are living in preperation for what's to come. my blood is living in a vein.
i had a dream last night (!!) (i never remember my dreams) (it kind of sucks)
but i remembered a little about last night.
i was talking, and saying this phrase/joke thing that this guy from my favorite band says all the time. and he was standing right next to me and he looks at me and smiles and says "i like how this girl thinks."
that's all i can remember. but at least i remembered that much.
i don't want to go to school.
i know what they want and i know they don't want me to stay-ay-ay-ay-ay.
i keep thinking about that chapter in Blue Like Jazz (read it if you haven't) about Don Miller not loving himself and so he won't allow other people to love him.
this is all.
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