i just want to type, i just want to feel the words roll around in my head between my ears down my arms and out my fingertips.
i have been feeling under pressure and stressed to my maximum... i'm trying to hold it in, hold it together but if i lose this home, i'm going to lose it. not that it's a bad thing, just something else to try. i don't know how i'll do it, or if i can manage to rip my own possesions out of my own grubby hands and sell all i own so i can fit into a trailer, and travel, move, something. i really want a home base, some where to come back to but right now i'm feeling desprate and i just want to get out, be abnormal, honestly i don't know what the fuck i'm doing.
i listened to words roll of her tongue tonight, one after another triggering my own thoughts and memmories in my head i had burried long ago. there they were, similar encounters sparking, synapses firing, and i understood something else. i wanted to cuddle, cry, hug or jump off a cliff... i was facing a reaction i wasn't expecting... so i just kept driving. i wanted blurt out everything, anything, and all, but i have gaurds up against feeling like i'm a downer, no one wants to hear my sob stories but listening to those words filter through her teeth and lips and filling the interior of my truck with their thick meanings... my script was broken... i have stories i've said before, i'll say again, they're like rehearsed... but damn it there i was sitting there... completely out of my element and wanting to explode. i didn't. i'm not sure why, maybe it's because she said people had told her they had told her things no one else had before. i don't want to be another on a list so i kept my mouth shut. i'm not ready to let those things out anyways... maybe i can't maybe i'm not ready to really think about the non-rehearsed memories of my life. when her words match so closely to my own one memory would rush in to soon be replaced by another and then another, bam, bam, BAM!! one after another flooding in, if i let myself think about it i'll cry. maybe i am just a baby, maybe i do just want a hug... but for now i kept it at bay... and like an idiot just said "long story short" and skipped over everything summing up in a few words to just get something out move on and try to let her know, i've felt some of those things too.
it's true, life sucks... sometimes, but not always and even if it has always in the past this does not mean that it has to continue no matter what pattern has fallen before. if i can learn and improve as much as i have, i have faith that anyone can surpass my own growth.
listening i drove us up, where it suddenly became winter and then trudged the snow in my synthetic shoes, i thought i gave myself frost bite. as close to my favorite spot as i felt i could safely go a shooting star caught my eye. i have no idea when the last time i had spotted one and it made everything okay. the pressure i've been feeling, everything it's only temporary. it may feel that it sucks now, but there is so much beauty and things to see out there, how could i not feel my heart warm and pick up a little? the star shot right over her head. i stared at the still stars twinkling as my jaw hurt from the cold and my toes went numb. the moon shone bright and reflected off the thin blanketing of snow making the mini-valley and mountain sides of so beautiful. it was dark, a few lights shown motionless through windows randomly through the town making it feel fake, like the set up on the side of a model railroad in your grandfather's basement.
i haven't written in i don't even know how long. i just wanted to numb everything out, i don't think about a lot these days... i just keep going always trying to get enough sleep. i haven't even thought about writing about thinking about recording yet here is something... it's not much, could be compared to taking an ice pick and picking away at that large block o ice. good luck by the way and sweet dreams.