Friday, July 10, 2009

Color me stupid.

I don't need a facebook quiz to tell me how well I know my friends.

I don't need a group online of people giving me their number. My real friends have my number. If they need me, they'll call me.

I've come to realize that the tunes inside jewelry boxes are a miracle.

I've come to realize people are never who you think they are. This has deeper meaning than I ever noticed before.

I've come to realize that the people with true morals don't have to hide to keep from hurting.

I've come to realize that people who talk a lot about themselves and the people they know and refer to as their 'friends' are nothing that they lead you to believe.

I've come to realize that the people who use drugs to see deeper inside themselves, realize that it was in them all along, but are too selfish to pick apart that concept and make it into something deeper, like, you don't really need drugs to see inside yourself.

I've come to realize that when I create, my creations have a vibe. And when I get the bad vibe, the vibe that a notebook will bring back ghosts everytime I open it, it is the scariest feeling I've experienced.

It's just how intuned I am with my mind and my body at the same time. It terrifies me.
I feel like I'm a complete different type of existance that's barely even existing compared to the world around me. I think about these things and own up to them, because if I keep them inside, where the fuck are they gonna go when I'm dead?

I've come to realize that life isn't even about building or creating yourself; it's about treasuring the existance of everything around you rather than treasuring the existance that is your self.

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