you know how sometimes you just wanna get on a bus, any bus, and ride and ride and ride and ride and ride and ride and ride and ride and ride, come what may.... and never ever ever look back? yeah...
just doing things on impulse has a thrill all of its own. there's a sort of freedom in doing it - a release from the shackles (god i love that word) of normality, of "this is what we always do". i'd love to just pack my bags, go to the airport and take the first flight with a cancelled seat.better yet, bring an empty suitcase and buy an entirely new wardrobe when i get to wherever i'm going. (Please God don't let anyone cancel flights to Greenland, please God). such is one of my dreams, then, oh voyeurs: to be able to do whatever i want, whenever i want, and the freedom to leave any events i choose up to Chance.
I'm more proud of YOU than you'll ever accept, i reckon. you can go on about it for as long as u want - i won't say shit. and its not just results; its more things than i could count on two hands AND my feet (!!!!) .
notice i havent said anything about my school results? in case you're wondering, that's just the way its gonna stay.
complexes, problems, depression, blue funk, and my own personal "Doom Cloud" (that one's a special killer all of its own). like i said today, it just seems like life's a huge bleeding mess, when u actually sit back and smell the carbon-based organic structures. it really is. we hop from mess to disaster; frogs leaping from lily pad to lily pad - frogs who are just slightly too heavy, and each lily pad is slightly smaller. just slightly. so we sink a little on the first, and hop away before going under...... but with each consecutive lily pad we sink a little more - coz we sure as hell ain't getting any lighter - until eventually our weight of SELF simply cannot be borne up any more, and under we go. that's life - lily pads, amphibians and all.
sometimes u just feel like u gotta be Superman or something - coz it seems impossible to help someone who's one of the most important people in the world. and what can you do, people, pray tell. NOTHING. nothing of worth, at least. but you try, don't you. oh boy, you try and try and try. and all you're hoping for is that it'll blow over, disappear, go away. u just wanna REMOVE the damn fucking pain, the lousy depression, the goddamn Doom Cloud. u just cant seem to help.
but you try, anyway.
just doing things on impulse has a thrill all of its own. there's a sort of freedom in doing it - a release from the shackles (god i love that word) of normality, of "this is what we always do". i'd love to just pack my bags, go to the airport and take the first flight with a cancelled seat.better yet, bring an empty suitcase and buy an entirely new wardrobe when i get to wherever i'm going. (Please God don't let anyone cancel flights to Greenland, please God). such is one of my dreams, then, oh voyeurs: to be able to do whatever i want, whenever i want, and the freedom to leave any events i choose up to Chance.
I'm more proud of YOU than you'll ever accept, i reckon. you can go on about it for as long as u want - i won't say shit. and its not just results; its more things than i could count on two hands AND my feet (!!!!) .
notice i havent said anything about my school results? in case you're wondering, that's just the way its gonna stay.
complexes, problems, depression, blue funk, and my own personal "Doom Cloud" (that one's a special killer all of its own). like i said today, it just seems like life's a huge bleeding mess, when u actually sit back and smell the carbon-based organic structures. it really is. we hop from mess to disaster; frogs leaping from lily pad to lily pad - frogs who are just slightly too heavy, and each lily pad is slightly smaller. just slightly. so we sink a little on the first, and hop away before going under...... but with each consecutive lily pad we sink a little more - coz we sure as hell ain't getting any lighter - until eventually our weight of SELF simply cannot be borne up any more, and under we go. that's life - lily pads, amphibians and all.
sometimes u just feel like u gotta be Superman or something - coz it seems impossible to help someone who's one of the most important people in the world. and what can you do, people, pray tell. NOTHING. nothing of worth, at least. but you try, don't you. oh boy, you try and try and try. and all you're hoping for is that it'll blow over, disappear, go away. u just wanna REMOVE the damn fucking pain, the lousy depression, the goddamn Doom Cloud. u just cant seem to help.
but you try, anyway.
posted by Timothy at 11:44 pm
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