so, the parties over. . . . its weird. . . . im starting to gain the acceptance of geoffs friends. . . . or maybe i kind of had it all along but simply tried to force it away? then again, i never can tell when people are joking with me anymore. . . . its sad. even the most obvious jokes are taken seriously. . . . and the most sincere of words are taken too lightly. . . . my mind is like the after effects of a hurricane. . . . little bits of everything everywhere. . . . and unless you have the time and energy to examine the wreckage closely, everything is just a confusing, overwhelming mess. . . . emotions come like the wind. . . . both good and bad. . . . on wind light and strong, short and long. . . . one emotion feels like the next and the only way to tell the difference is by thoughts but those can be so contradictory or simply unusual or confusing and everything becomes nearly impossible to interpret. . . . it all takes too long and before you know it, you are worn out and have no time. . . . fall wearily into bed as your mind ceases to exist the night sky high and far yet able to reach and relax the mind stinging eyes close the mouth refuses to move nothing to taste nothing to smell nothing to sense but the feel of a breeze, a soft bed, soft and warm or cool and soothing sheets, the sound of air
and the mind falls gently into the night
night a world so dark that all else becomes clear senses heightened and yet completely free the only time when your imagination can truly run wild all becomes possible
many believe that night is for pessimists and emos and depressed and horrible people but i truly believe that night is what creates that possibility of optimism and feeling and freedom and all else that is good in the world if only there werent so many twisted souls in the world that would rather mutilate the night with their selfishness and inability or unwillingness to control their actions and if only others could see that these people still do what they do in day the only thing is that they are more likely to be caught
well, anywho, enough of my musing for tonight. . . . im so tired. . . . i think ill come back and ramble about people molesting me tomorrow confused
Unni Ineo · Wed Nov 22, 2006 @ 05:31am · 0 Comments |