Time: 3:15 AM
Drink: none for me thanks.. I'm already drunk.
Music: Daddy I'm in Love with a Gangsta
I just want to re-live that moment one more time.. that moment when everything clicks in your head and you realize that the dividing line between what you want and what you get is nothing more than a stray hair clouding your vision, hanging down in front of your eyes waiting to be brushed away like the leaves of fall covering your path. The moment when everything in the world seems to fall to a deafening mute and all your 5 senses tune into the only thing that you ever really possess, which is possibilty; the sheer possibilities which are constantly set before you if you would only grant them even 2 moments of recognition to understand that all those things you always talk about are waiting for you just behind the door that you could see if things weren't so cloudy up here on earth. But every once in a while, the clouds part, the music stops, the cities fade into the back ground and all you see is where you are, and where you can be, or should be, or will be, or in some cases quite possibly where you've already been. I've been lying on my stomach lately, just below the clouds, and I don't want to stand up again.
Drink: none for me thanks.. I'm already drunk.
Music: Daddy I'm in Love with a Gangsta
I just want to re-live that moment one more time.. that moment when everything clicks in your head and you realize that the dividing line between what you want and what you get is nothing more than a stray hair clouding your vision, hanging down in front of your eyes waiting to be brushed away like the leaves of fall covering your path. The moment when everything in the world seems to fall to a deafening mute and all your 5 senses tune into the only thing that you ever really possess, which is possibilty; the sheer possibilities which are constantly set before you if you would only grant them even 2 moments of recognition to understand that all those things you always talk about are waiting for you just behind the door that you could see if things weren't so cloudy up here on earth. But every once in a while, the clouds part, the music stops, the cities fade into the back ground and all you see is where you are, and where you can be, or should be, or will be, or in some cases quite possibly where you've already been. I've been lying on my stomach lately, just below the clouds, and I don't want to stand up again.
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boy do I need a camera.
Maybe when I'm a scary, unmarried middle aged Korean woman with 13 cats I will feel differently.