Not sure exactly how to start this blog. I know I need to write. That's about all I know right now. And since a rant of mine usually comes from me simply moving my fingers, I figured that would be the best place to start.
You see, I haven't had any major drama in my life worth writing about. Worth putting into a play. I haven't lost a friend, lost a love, lost an apartment, lost myself... recently, so where does that leave this space when for so long it has been dedicated to my loses.
But I always find them again. Always return to something inspiring or something meaningful. The balance of the good and the bad. The lost and the found.
.... lately, though, my mind returns to those previous blog topics. To the things I swore to myself I would never talk about again. I am living in a world with lost romantics who wax on about how they haven't found their love yet, and i am unable to utter the same sentiment. There are three things I think about in solitude: time, previous relationships, and .... well... the same thing that's on every man's mind when he spends too much time alone.
I get too stressed when I have nothing to do. I function better when I am overwhelmed. Maybe that's because I function best when I am distracted from my problems.
My world at rest spins too fast. I have to keep running to slow it down.
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quiet. hush...
Don't you find the air stale tonight?
no.
I find it rather nice. especially in this light.
what?
especially in this light.
the air.
i don't catch your meaning.
the air.
it best carries us along when there is light.
we drift along like a leaf on the wind when all the darkness has gone.
you cannot be carried on in life when your darkness pulls you down.
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So let me start this up again. Let me begin with some light, before I find some darkness to pull my leaf back down.
I speak in too many metaphors, i think. Too used to using poetry to emote. Or rather... live the angst ridden teen life. Rants are just easier when focused on a single style. Whatever, that's all I have for now.
Metaphors. metaphors. maybe i should learn to speak in plain text.
