Re-surrection

Everything said and Done.
I need to get a REAL journal.
Because it needs to be different now.
Because, I want to stop sounding like i am addressing YOU.
I am with myself and,
I am here.
Now.

Leap Of Faith

If life is nothing but a leap of faith, every moment, every decision, every positive thought despite al the negativity around you, then i am thinking..
why not?

All over the place

And when everything else is in place but you fall apart.
And when everyone else thinks it can happen and you dont care.
And when .... there is nothing nomore
And life is a room of 6 feet by 10 feet
And its comfortable
And it wont last
And I dont know why or how or what or where or why....
And when a song is only for the moment
And what you love is all you need to do...
And when everything is left upto no-one
And when it just isnt the same.

Liberation interrupted

Daily life is nothing but...liberation interrupted














But a drink or two
and its all all-right :-)

Not there, not everyone

And I wonder
I dont mean to say something particular or express an emotion
But it happens so
That life isnt fair, minds work weird, and the mist of ignorance gets everyone

The game is the same, but I am not playing for what you are

A lie told loudly is more respectful than the truth thats hard to follow

All I am trying to figure out is whether there is some philosphy, some rules, some principles, something there, and if yes, then how is it so easily betrayed?

I like pictures, and the rain, and a drive at night, and a starry sky, and sitting by a busy road, or an empty one, and watch a movie late at night, all alone, and eat :) and be home alone, lock it up and sleep all day or watch TV, and being in the middle of a hurricane but be mentally absent, and think of a future which would be less complicated, different, away, just like I imagine, just for me!

I also like to trick my mind, because it speaks a language I dont sometimes understand, its telling me of a different me, and inner conflict is the last thing I need.

She is nice. I just said sorry. I am nineteen and now I learn to do it. But I must be better with my word.

Ownership?
Deadlines?
Passion?
Self-respect?
Character?
Being a nobody?

And on a different note, life is...it just is...




I just smile. And its better.