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Tuesday, August 7, 2007


Well....
Nothing much really happened on the cruise. Also I forget most of what happened.

Poem I wrote on the cruise
Y? What a Different genre.
Every step I take
is another mistake
My head drags low
but my feet carry on
the best wishes I've made
make my thoughts afraid
to be alone
again that smile breaks

(just random words)
fuck the Fry's
create a sandwhich

On another exciting subject I have written some stuff down this night. I have not had any sleep tonight (august 6th to august 7th).

4:11 am
I do not want to sleep. I'm afraid if I fall asleep I will forget her, but the question is whom will I forget. So who will I forget? Or what will I forget about her. I'm clustered with pictures of the girls I know and like, yet none stand out. So the questions are which girl, what about her and why am I thinking about her? My brain does not want me to sleep, my body does want to sleep. I do not want to sleep. I love her laugh(I tested myself to see which one I was focusing on) and I know out of those certain girls which one I was thinking about.

Same time
Marshall has figured a tidbit of himself out. He is way better at talking to one individual than having to converse around many individuals. Even then though, most days I like to listen instead of speak. The best way to listen is to walk, and the best way to speak is to walk. Walking keeps you moving, it does something to a persons body and mind. But walking has become one of my hobbies, even after a day of work walking ponies around in a circle for hours on end I go for a walk around the lake. I have become a safer driver, not as reckless, and a bit slower. You have to learn to slow down to speed up in a conversation. To listen I must slow down so I may speak not as much, but evoke a strong impact still.

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