Sunday, November 22, 2009
Cryogenics.
Sometimes i feel like I'm in a temporary cryogenic state. Sort of like Walt Disney. Too bad hes been in a case for like 40 some odd years. haha. anyways, i get this weird feeling sometimes. Ill be like doing something ordinary when my mind starts to wander, and it gets a little out of hand. its really odd let me tell you. cryogenics? the state of being frozen. it's almost as though I'm inside of a snow globe, sitting on a self in some foreign gift shop waiting to be shook up and smiled at by a 6 year old kid. weird. crazy. i know its sounds ridiculous.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Where we gonna go from here?
As i sit in class anticipating the ring of freedom all i can do is ask questions to stay awake. I want to escape the classroom and all the craziness around me. I just want to lace up my kicks and let everything go, and run until everything around me seems calm and all of my frustration simmers for awhile...
I want to be able to just think about things that are slightly more important than all of the drama and buzz that surrounds me during the day. I just want to be free and do what makes me feel alive. Running is sort of my anti-drug, its grown to be a part of me. I can't imagine living and thinking and being myself without it.
I want to be able to just think about things that are slightly more important than all of the drama and buzz that surrounds me during the day. I just want to be free and do what makes me feel alive. Running is sort of my anti-drug, its grown to be a part of me. I can't imagine living and thinking and being myself without it.
Monday, November 16, 2009
The World Around Me
What makes you smile from ear to ear? What makes your heart jump up and down? What makes the best days of your life, the best? Here's some of the things that really make me happy, even though they are simple, they really make me appreciate the amazing world that I live in:
Rainstorms.
Fresh vegetables from my Grandma Kathy's garden.
Running in the country at 6 am.
Sunshine.
Sweet aroma of fresh cut grass.
Stoplights.
Good novels.
Coffee.
Music.
Love.
Nighttime.
Lazy days.
Dogs.
All signs of life actually.
Oceans.
Chocolate.
Muffins.
Sweats.
Rainstorms.
Fresh vegetables from my Grandma Kathy's garden.
Running in the country at 6 am.
Sunshine.
Sweet aroma of fresh cut grass.
Stoplights.
Good novels.
Coffee.
Music.
Love.
Nighttime.
Lazy days.
Dogs.
All signs of life actually.
Oceans.
Chocolate.
Muffins.
Sweats.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Hanging by A String
...breathe.
im about to break. shatter. slip. crash.
fall completely apart.
where's my atlas, for this surreal thing?
is this what real life is like?
..., I whisper to myself.
hold it together. your almost there.
i feel a castastrophe being concocted.
must avoid this destruction.
find a place. run. get. away.
run.
find yourself.
survive.
be free.
live.
((it's okay.)
im about to break. shatter. slip. crash.
fall completely apart.
where's my atlas, for this surreal thing?
is this what real life is like?
..., I whisper to myself.
hold it together. your almost there.
i feel a castastrophe being concocted.
must avoid this destruction.
find a place. run. get. away.
run.
find yourself.
survive.
be free.
live.
((it's okay.)
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