Time: 1:04 AM
Music: Dubtribe Sound System - Byrant Street
Drink: Milk from Beans
As it is another day in my life the snow falls to remind me that this opportunity to create a new world for myself in this city lays at my doorstep in the same way the frozen bits of water reshape the face of the hillside. Wounds heal, Tears dry, and smiles form where frowns once lay, but do not be midlead for all is not forgotten, but simply accepted and remembered in the repairing decay.
I have loved many people, none like another, and I choose to remember those experiences because I believe it is important to know where you come from, and yes even be greatful for some of the scars I have.. because I look down at my chest and see where I was cut and while there is a faded memory of how deeply the blade explored my skin, even stronger is the new knowledge of what I learned, or what changes should be made. I don't want to live without scars.. I don't want a story book life where my parents take care of me and everything is grand, pain brings so much insight that cannot be purchased or known by any other means than the experience in its self. And besides, even when things are at their worst.. things are never that bad, there is but one simple key to remember.... breathe. Just breathe.
When I was a child I thought that I would never grow up to be like all the people I knew and loved, even the idea of being 20 years old was so alien and impossible sounding to me that I convinced myself that maybe I was special and I could avoid the experience all together. Yet, here I am, 24 years of age and I've still got the same mindset. We are a generation of perpetual children burdened with the task of faking maturity for the sake of conforming, but I say honestly that I don't believe I will ever feel older than 17 years of age. Let me stay young and in awe of this world, its people, and all the treasures that come along with it. I don't want to stop dancing, or playing.
It really is amazing when you can actually feel something inside yourself change.. a new perspective, or a slight bit of new wisdom to add to the kettle, and I feel like now is one of those rare times. I just got a new wrinkle on my brain, and I shall label it "In Awe Of" because I would prefer to have it remain limitless, like my imagination....
I took a walk by myself in the snow tonight.. I've always been some what of a loner.. but in a strange way. I'm an observer... I am most comfortable in a large group of people that I know and care about, sitting in a corner just watching. So out on my walk, feeling the snow hitting my nose I was truly thankful.. not for any certain thing, but just thankful... if you know what I mean. Well.. for life, I guess. I stopped by this sculpture a few blocks from my house and wrote one of my favorite quotes from my favorite poet in the snow, hoping maybe someone would walk by and see it and take a little bit of it with them. Here is what it said:
"The simple truth: Whatever you love, you are"
-Rumi
Music: Dubtribe Sound System - Byrant Street
Drink: Milk from Beans
As it is another day in my life the snow falls to remind me that this opportunity to create a new world for myself in this city lays at my doorstep in the same way the frozen bits of water reshape the face of the hillside. Wounds heal, Tears dry, and smiles form where frowns once lay, but do not be midlead for all is not forgotten, but simply accepted and remembered in the repairing decay.
I have loved many people, none like another, and I choose to remember those experiences because I believe it is important to know where you come from, and yes even be greatful for some of the scars I have.. because I look down at my chest and see where I was cut and while there is a faded memory of how deeply the blade explored my skin, even stronger is the new knowledge of what I learned, or what changes should be made. I don't want to live without scars.. I don't want a story book life where my parents take care of me and everything is grand, pain brings so much insight that cannot be purchased or known by any other means than the experience in its self. And besides, even when things are at their worst.. things are never that bad, there is but one simple key to remember.... breathe. Just breathe.
When I was a child I thought that I would never grow up to be like all the people I knew and loved, even the idea of being 20 years old was so alien and impossible sounding to me that I convinced myself that maybe I was special and I could avoid the experience all together. Yet, here I am, 24 years of age and I've still got the same mindset. We are a generation of perpetual children burdened with the task of faking maturity for the sake of conforming, but I say honestly that I don't believe I will ever feel older than 17 years of age. Let me stay young and in awe of this world, its people, and all the treasures that come along with it. I don't want to stop dancing, or playing.
It really is amazing when you can actually feel something inside yourself change.. a new perspective, or a slight bit of new wisdom to add to the kettle, and I feel like now is one of those rare times. I just got a new wrinkle on my brain, and I shall label it "In Awe Of" because I would prefer to have it remain limitless, like my imagination....
I took a walk by myself in the snow tonight.. I've always been some what of a loner.. but in a strange way. I'm an observer... I am most comfortable in a large group of people that I know and care about, sitting in a corner just watching. So out on my walk, feeling the snow hitting my nose I was truly thankful.. not for any certain thing, but just thankful... if you know what I mean. Well.. for life, I guess. I stopped by this sculpture a few blocks from my house and wrote one of my favorite quotes from my favorite poet in the snow, hoping maybe someone would walk by and see it and take a little bit of it with them. Here is what it said:
"The simple truth: Whatever you love, you are"
-Rumi
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sicily:
oh yeah...well, i've seen your jeans creep up your hungry butt crack 
luminaire:
Speak of the devil, and he appears. 