ANDY WARHOL once said "I never fall apart, because I can never fall together." So when I feel like I'm falling apart, I look to his quote and instead of falling apart, I fall over into someone's arms. It was an elongated summer full of confusion, both in the brain and in the heart that which tore my soul apart and left its threads laying across the acres of land on the earth that, oddly enough, I still live on. People picked up the threads and sewed my soul back together, just stating a point to mister Warhol, that even if I can't fall together there are people who can help me back into my space. Those people I love dearly so, as friends or family members, and even if I don't have my "lover boy" that so many other girls have I'll wait it out with my line of consistents and bring down my crazy ideas into this world crushing what innocence I used to have and live this day as if there is no other to follow. I don't fall apart but even when I get crushed by the all-mighty human mind smiting hammer that Thor smashes down on me, I have my life and my loved ones to put me back together again and I'm not the rich preppy girl who can afford everything that I want and it's also true that money cannot buy happiness, but I just invested in a crazy, wacked out, totally random, spur-of-the-moment life, and that is the best happiness that the world could ever buy. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Yeah I know.. elements from my last poem... sorry...
XxFragmented_RealityxX · Tue Sep 08, 2009 @ 11:26pm · 0 Comments |