I mainly think about paths. The things on mine strayed away, and the sun went down and i must be walking north because its cold, gloomy and bland here. Thought about sending you a post card, going back to where i first saw you. But i have come to far and have too much pride. Apologies are in order, And i was the one who burned everything just to see the flames, Because i was destructive. I am regretful and at peace all at the same time. It is the strangest sensation i have felt, And i just want it to S T O P.
Last night we went to ten for ten, which was alright. Everything is just -- Alright, And i know it could be better if i wasn't in this negative mood all the time. The man who just came to set up our Internet talked for probably about 45 minutes, Just talking---He commented on Kathleen's artwork that is through out our house, Said "she could be The next piccolo -- Or Picasso" Pretty sure piccolo is a dragon ball Z character...
I rode my bike all the way downtown and home the way i was made to do for the first time in a week today. I would say the worst part of getting hit by a car was not being able to ride my bike until my arm healed up, it is already stronger -- So i couldn't resist. I feel so much better already. If someone wants to sit down and explain the physics of parallel universes to me, that would be good, because i don't understand it and really want too.
Clint Mansell is a genus, Darren Aronofsky is a genus. Whenever i listen to "Together we will live forever" It makes me feel more then real people, movies, and everything else that should bring on feelings of weakness. Im going to hold it together, Because i have to prove you wrong, And im going to keep my chin up, Because you told me too. OH And don't even get me started on his work for Requiem for a dream.
