Wtf

I sit here in this dark room and wonder what the fuck just happened.. With me, I have this laptop, my homework, bare necessities to get me by tomorrow, etc. I sit in this practice room, hoping no one notices that I've just vacated here. Then again, who the fuck cares? It's past midnight..

Whatever..

This is what it comes down to, I guess.. When you live in a car, anything goes. The world is your playground, and this school happens to be your home base. I feel like a hippie who just goes around and plops wherever, lives however, and does whatever, and it's great for the most part. I just wish I had a place for now though..

Anyway, if you haven't noticed, I'm slightly drunk and I feel the need to vent right now..

I have no fucking idea about anything. All I know is that everything is up in the air. I'd usually be okay with this, but for some reason, I'm not.. I'm not okay with having important things like stability be up in the air. That's just something everybody needs, you know?

But what do I know? What does anybody know?? Is there any sort of truth out there, or is all logic just a joke?

Who knows..


All I know is, this week was off the wall, and I really really need some sunshine and heat..

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I can listen the the wind and hear a symphony.

It processes in my mind, like when you first put together individual film strips together to make a movie. You get them in the right spot, and you might have made yourself a pretty fantastic film..

I find my motivation so easily; I can be in the woods and create an awesome quartet of sounds in my head, and I absolutely love it.

It's my all-natural high, writing.

Doesn't matter what I'm writing. Music, poems, songs, stories.

It makes me feel so alive..

But really, it's my friends who really inspire me. Every adventure, every inside joke, every picture, every song. I can always put so much emotion into the the things I write because what I feel when I'm with them is so extreme and meant sharing in one way or another.

I've never been really good with words, but I've always been good at getting a good beat and melody down...

Aaaah!

I had to get that out for some reason, but yeah. RAMBLERAMBLERAMBLE!! :D toodles!

This Wasn't You...

I can be cliche,
be the one to say
the 3 words
you've always heard.

Instead I'll just say the truth,
tell you how I really feel
when I think of you.

Shit, forget that spiel!..

I'll say it like this
take it in like a kiss
I want you to be happy
no matter where you'll be...

wtf!?

This isn't right..

Every thing that is beginning to happen, or has happened recently, were events that I had dreams of my freshmen year of college; some of them were from high school..

It scares me..

Most, if not all, of my dreams are suddenly re-appearing and actually happening..

It sounds silly to be afraid of such things, but I really am..

I saw it all in my head: my 2 good friends falling for each other, my accident, living next to a graveyard..


Truth be told, I've never been more scared in my life

I sped down that interstate, trying to get home as fast I could..

He stopped breathing, had to be put in for 3 days.

"Gotta get there! Gotta get there!"

90 mph is a good speed to go, but only for so long..

The car ahead of me pops his back right tire, and suddenly that beautiful flow of energy turns into chaotic events jeopardizing life itself.

I dodged the debris, but I lost control..

Swerving, spinning..

All I could think about is my family and close friends.
I wasn't sure if I was going to die, but that feeling began to sink in only until my car comes to a stop on the shoulder by the slow lane..


It all happened so fast.. I almost died getting to my brother who I thought could've died.

All in all, I ended up okay enough to drive to the hospital and see my brother.


In the end, it's all that mattered...