words. written, spoken, typed, thought. the right ones never seem to come when you need them. change is hard to come by. and these are just words, about how i'm doing today.
Tuesday, April 20
im supposed to be asleep
hey, my first post and im supposed to be asleep. late at night i often lie awake, and seldom do i sleep dreamlessly. i find myself wondering late into the darkness, my eyes open but seeing nothing. this is when i type. i type my feelings in poems, and i type my thouhgts in words; but most often i type my story. you must understand that i am unhappy with my life. i understand that this could never be fixed entirely, so i am writing a story that i wish to be mine. La vita per i lunghi hanno thats italian. i LOVE italian. it means the life i long to have, and i agree that many people would like to try out a few steps in another's shoes, but i'd like to burn my own. its hard, but that's how i roll. music helps me to relax, so i almost always have my Zune playing. soon i will begin posting more of my story. [also a note; i am really bad with typing, i have no idea why, but if someis talking, i can type fast, but almost every word is in complete reverse!] now i must continue to stare at the purple ceiling of my room and wish i were really somewhere else...
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