one who observes to experience
I realized there’s no process or steps given in life. Life just comes at you, it is dying to live…to make you see that it needs life and not just to be lived.
(We need to stop giving it stepping stones.)
It becomes harder to surrender things as you grow older, because you realize how important things become and so you want to cherish them forever…you think its yours.
On the other hand, we learn its easier to let things go because nothing’s really that important without us letting it be, and that it was never really ours to begin with.
Music and writing make great friends. Or maybe it’s music and thinking. Either way, music makes it easier to become more aware of the unnamed feelings we feel. like poetry.
I have to have some soul healing…right now.
I still care, a lot.
And it hurts when I have to convince myself that I dont care, for the sake of others. And myself.
I’m using a lot of “…”
Whatever, whatever I got to do to survive.
I want something to completely invade me, so much that it’s asthmatic.
