Destino;

Bits of my writing, when I used to seem more sad. Which, might have been the case. Yet, words are beautiful, and I am actually pleased to have somewhere to piece together some written form of my past.

"With grace I come and go from my own mind. I feel numb and then overly sensitive to things on a random spectrum, and cannot seem to control my emotions. The tiniest things set me off, and I can feel overwrought and destructive for hours to days. Then again, the simplest actions like a phonecall from a best friend or mailing a long overdue package can send me soaring, with unlimited smiles and yelps of sweet joy. Simplicity along with the most complicated feelings I may have ever experienced. I am told that I am loved, cared for, respected. I should open my eyes to such things more often. I continue to discover that I don't understand much unless it is laid out in black and white. I am not one to think logically, only with my heart. The damn organ seems to be bleeding out. I am failing at keeping my own soul company, and will therefore resort to spending more time with my own silly brain."

familiar places in this city are fading fast
i should have seen this coming
premonition
cowboys
everything is temporary

there is a kind of link to me and my state, land, locale
a strong root, weak branch sort of thing
me being the strong root

m.e.a.s.u.r.e.m.e.n.t.

-weigh the good
-discuss the bad
-trim the fat
-cut the weak

big dreams for colder weather, greener hills, brighter sky.
big hopes for future learning, coming years.
big ideas for new stories, undiscovered texts and films.

HOMEOSTASIS
CALM
SCRAMBLED

Open spines, sore books.
Open books, sore spines.

"Discomfort. Loud. Uncouth. All in my head, and despite the nice sleep, I feel exhausted. Why does my mind fail me, even in slumber? Loyalty should never come to question, yet it would be impossible to keep such a charming intruder out of one's head. I have far better things to be spending my time on. Yet, when the one you cherish is at risk of being swayed, you will do anything to avoid such a loss. I have come to find love in the way people eat, stand, and speak. I lust for books, words, and charters. I have run away with excitement in knowing that in a weeks time I will have hours in a school hall way again, providing me with the duty of becoming familiar with such things. Oh, how I long to be challenged, in every aspect of my current life."