“skin coloring my dreams
jet & amber and earthen splendid color of your windowed eyes”
thanks, 2005.
man, if i wanna fucking angst, let me angst. geez. i’m not talking someone’s ear off, i’m just writing vague words down.
pfft.
people create distance and wonder why things aren’t the same anymore.
life feels less noisy without fb and twitter.
twitter was starting to feel like times square on a sunny weekend. awful.
and fb was like staten island anyway…never go there.
Writing is too limiting. How do I put to words all the images running through my mind? How do i merely pluck them and translate them effectively into written language?
I shouldn’t feel so crippled by the visuals in my head. But I do. Trying to write is akin to throwing clay on a wheel spinning too fast. Can’t form anything when the clay’s flying out of control.
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