Fuckbook yourself
Weird. Just… odd…
The past week has been rather interesting. Energy has been high strung and rather strenuous from a multitude of different directions. Patience has been ever present, but that’s because there is honestly not much else of a choice.
Words whisper softly in my ear. Dreams of Sockeye salmon Nigiri and hot hair balloon rides over Paris… at least I think it might have been Paris, Montmarte to be a bit more specific. If its even relevant. Focus, distraction. I’ve got a million thoughts racing through my head, a million different ways. A place I’d like to be. A person I’d like to see. I quite dislike not being able to read body language or even an vocal inflection. Cest la vie. Communication is only partly the words that are being spoken in some instances, quite often a lot of it comes from what isn’t being said.
Some things are rather inexplicable in life. I’ve come to realize this even more so in the past month and some odd days. Being compelled in my life to change for what I think is the better, has been met with resistance from peers, onlookers, and even closer friends. But there has also been a great deal of support and encouragement from the people who do seem to understand my point of view, and the events that have lead up to this and transpired since.
Thinking leads to over analyzing leads to doubt leads to regret (in some cases)
Sometimes its best when you get the idea, to go for it. Be aware of what you want and what it takes to get it and be prepared to take risks to get it.
Magnetic Zoo