crash.
i'm having trouble finding the right words. i'm lost among the various meanings. trying to find my own definition...trying to write my own understanding. so why write at all? thinking has become so reckless and empty. to think empty thoughts, what a waste. to move fast and then slow as if i'm traveling between the city and the countryside. it's the creation of uneasiness. i hate inconsitencies. and then to remember you. thoughts triggered by a sound, by a beat, by a song. and the realization of not meeting you half way. how funny. to see so much value and think so little of it. why not take all the riches if it is there to be taken? i laugh at the nonsense and the aimlessness. because it is as clear as a foggy day. so turn on the headlights. and let's continue making any sense we wish to make of anything on anyday.
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i'm having trouble finding the right words. i'm lost among the various meanings. trying to find my own definition...trying to write my own understanding. so why write at all? thinking has become so reckless and empty. to think empty thoughts, what a waste. to move fast and then slow as if i'm traveling between the city and the countryside. it's the creation of uneasiness. i hate inconsitencies. and then to remember you. thoughts triggered by a sound, by a beat, by a song. and the realization of not meeting you half way. how funny. to see so much value and think so little of it. why not take all the riches if it is there to be taken? i laugh at the nonsense and the aimlessness. because it is as clear as a foggy day. so turn on the headlights. and let's continue making any sense we wish to make of anything on anyday.
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posted by bellamay at 9:23 PM
2 Comments:
i'm not sure what it was, but reading this hit the spot. thanks.
12/13/08 deadline #2. haha. you must explanate this blog to me. haha.
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