[come along, fool]
it's not that it’s bad… it’s not that it’s death.
it’s just that it is on the tip of your tongue and you're so silent.

i find it hard not to think.
and i'm ruining everything through my mental processes.
i'm looking for a little less thought.
a little more passion.
less logic. more emotion.
one thing matters enormously to me now.
my heart knows exactly why this needs to be a priority.

i'm sick of knowing, though.
i would like to see what i know take some kind of physical form.
i wouldn't mind if it reached out and smacked me in the face.
this isn't one of those reassurance things.
all i can seem to make out of this is...
i can't be the one to say it.

nothing new. ever.

absurd memory- i became extremely irritated with a shower curtain once.
its intricate design. its colors.
i said to this shower curtain, 'are you kidding me? they made you out of a plant. you're just a million tiny particles beautifully woven together. all i want to know is...
why?'
and it wasn't even that great of a shower curtain.
i mean... i've seen better, but the point is that i see molecular structure in everything.
right down to trillions of atoms bouncing off each other for no particular reason.
and this really is all nonsense, but i wouldn't hate for our energy to fly around wildly.
if only for just a minute.
even if all i get out of it is some static in my hair.
- posted by angela @ 5:36 PM