I'm addicted to my blog, I'm writing more than usual these days. Reason being below,
don't look down! I'm feeling like a teenager (oh shit, did I just say that!). I have taken many responsibilities upon myself that I feel very much adult like. Blaming the I in me for ever wanting to grow up quicker. This is my last teen year, nineteen that is. I'm heaving sighs of regret to all the things I wish I could change. All of us have many, don't we? Those saying no, brilliant that you practice the art of acceptance. I understand it, but I like wells better. Long vertical sympathetic ones. Uh! Now time. I, consciously feel that I'm running out of it. This cannot be explained, like the essence of certain feelings. I keep telling myself, pause - imagery of a pair of white spectacles tickled me for a moment, resume - telling myself that I'm just having some hormonal issues, ever heard clinical depression? Here's a poem since nobody stopped me;
What Seen Saw Came.
Oh Charlie St. Cloud, thou art heaven to my eyes.
Stars maketh thy eyes,
Orbiting rings thy halo,
And universe, thy mysterious self.
Oh Charlie St. Cloud, taketh me now;
Forever shall our peace be held,
Forever shall favor be-rested upon me,
And forever shall, my name be called.
Oh Charlie St. Cloud, picketh my chin.
Tickle my ears, tickle my eyes.
Find seers, speaking wise.
Hold thy love, thy lover rejoice.
For those going what the fuck, please do stop. I merely am trying to express myself. I am waiting by the bus stand of the road to Mount Heureux and I think I might have seen the bus far out the horizon. Finally!
