Dressing up, going somewhere quaint and/or pricey.
The atmosphere of possibility.
When you push me, I’ll push back.
When you make me feel like shit, I will lash out like the wounded animal that I am.
Does that sting a bit?
Because that’s all I’ve been feeling for quite some time now.
Look who’s digging their own grave
That is what they all say
You’ll drink yourself to death
Look who makes their own bed
Lies right down within it
And what will you have left?
Out on the front doorstep
Drinking from a paper cup
You won’t remember this
Living beyond your years
Acting out all their fears
You feel it in your chest
Your hands protect the flames
From the wild winds around you
Icarus is flying too close to the sun
And Icarus’s life, it has only just begun
It’s just begun
It took me a while to be okay with this.
It began as a thought of something you said last time you were in town, and kind of evolved into a letter to you. It’s authored by me, so of course half doesn’t make any damn sense, half is me rambling on, and in between are snide comical statements that you would read with the precise inflection I wrote them with. Maybe I’ll send it. Maybe.
Thank the Lord! I can’t take a week off of work to volunteer at a camp. I’m saving and moving up in the world. For the first time in a long time, I can feel something finally within reach.
Things are going to change, drastically.
Along with three novels, two pens, my black book, journal, and computer for company.
EVery single time I’ve walked out of the gym it’s been raining. The first couple times? Sure, dark clouds, ominous heat lightning, it was expected. But pouring down rain while sunlight and humidity are at full swing in the heat of the day? NOT COOL SUNSHINE STATE!
I swear the only redeeming factor of this state is the theme parks.
Between 34 hours a week at Starbucks, DJing on my days off, and socializing with friends, where does the time go? I want to read. I want to watch movies. I want to film my short, or organize a one act from it. I want to go on adventures and see strange sights. I want to fall in love all over again and write out the contents of my heart.
I want to live.