2006-05-24

If we all spoke by writing, I would be appreciative.

Im beginning to feel alot better lately. Whoevers reading. No one. I'm getting good at letting go. Actually, I've already dropped it, its in shambles at my feet. I still wish I had the words to say what I'm thinking. Writing is good. I find myself carrying a book now to inscribe my life into. At random intervals. I can't wait for 6 years to pass and I read it over and laugh at myself for being so naive. Maybe Im doing that now. I think it's all coming together as far as this goes. None of you know what 'this' is. Just me. Me alone. Always. On letting go, I am at a point where I want to exploit every possible thing I question. I am tired of fear. It's a little taunting but I'm leading her well out of my labrynthe. Exploit, exploit. If I don't get answers, forget the fucking question already. It's about time. There is no time. It's about moments. The less you remember, the shorter your life. Make your moments. I am making mine. This journey of self discovery. I've already discovered you, by the way. I already know where you are. I can feel it. Tugging at me. It's not accidental. All of this, under the sun. It's my sun. All I need to do is let it shine. Let it be. Let it coax you and warm you to the core. I'm not good with fundamentals, words and facts. I feel everything and everything I think and do is completely based on how I feel. My instincts seem deadly. emotions are the only real thing to me. everything else is fiction. I am happy today. I was happy yesterday. I think I'll be happy tomorrow. If things keep up, this smile that so frequently shows, can make a permanent home on my chubby cheeks.

Katrina at 11:58 PM

2006-05-24

If we all spoke by writing, I would be appreciative.

Im beginning to feel alot better lately. Whoevers reading. No one. I'm getting good at letting go. Actually, I've already dropped it, its in shambles at my feet. I still wish I had the words to say what I'm thinking. Writing is good. I find myself carrying a book now to inscribe my life into. At random intervals. I can't wait for 6 years to pass and I read it over and laugh at myself for being so naive. Maybe Im doing that now. I think it's all coming together as far as this goes. None of you know what 'this' is. Just me. Me alone. Always. On letting go, I am at a point where I want to exploit every possible thing I question. I am tired of fear. It's a little taunting but I'm leading her well out of my labrynthe. Exploit, exploit. If I don't get answers, forget the fucking question already. It's about time. There is no time. It's about moments. The less you remember, the shorter your life. Make your moments. I am making mine. This journey of self discovery. I've already discovered you, by the way. I already know where you are. I can feel it. Tugging at me. It's not accidental. All of this, under the sun. It's my sun. All I need to do is let it shine. Let it be. Let it coax you and warm you to the core. I'm not good with fundamentals, words and facts. I feel everything and everything I think and do is completely based on how I feel. My instincts seem deadly. emotions are the only real thing to me. everything else is fiction. I am happy today. I was happy yesterday. I think I'll be happy tomorrow. If things keep up, this smile that so frequently shows, can make a permanent home on my chubby cheeks.

Katrina at 11:58 PM