It's a stormy night...the kind that gives me passion, longing, hope, and serenity. I desire a long walk. It's an electrifying night. The kind that fuels me. The electricity is just pouring out of me, of you, of everybody and everything...feeding my soul.

I walk down the road, any road, and I want to keep going...stupid things stop me...my feet aching (My ankle still isn't perfectly healed from July 23rd), my heart hurting and doing its usual weird shit...passion, love, a desire to control, be controlled, lost...I want to be lost. Forever. I want to be lost in a feeling...an idea, a dream. I am a dreamer. I am such a dreamer. The trick to being a dreamer is not letting yourself down...the trick is knowing the difference between your dreams, and reality. There is a fine line between the two, and if you play your cards right, there may not be a difference at all.

It's lurking around every corner...behind every bush.... the chance, opportunity that is BARELY in your grasp...the chance to run...fall, crash... Only a few ever reach out and touch it. The loved, and beloved, sacred followers, dreamers of dreams, and wanderers of all that is lost.

Current Mood: contemplative

It's a stormy night...the kind that gives me passion, longing, hope, and serenity. I desire a long walk. It's an electrifying night. The kind that fuels me. The electricity is just pouring out of me, of you, of everybody and everything...feeding my soul.

I walk down the road, any road, and I want to keep going...stupid things stop me...my feet aching (My ankle still isn't perfectly healed from July 23rd), my heart hurting and doing its usual weird shit...passion, love, a desire to control, be controlled, lost...I want to be lost. Forever. I want to be lost in a feeling...an idea, a dream. I am a dreamer. I am such a dreamer. The trick to being a dreamer is not letting yourself down...the trick is knowing the difference between your dreams, and reality. There is a fine line between the two, and if you play your cards right, there may not be a difference at all.

It's lurking around every corner...behind every bush.... the chance, opportunity that is BARELY in your grasp...the chance to run...fall, crash... Only a few ever reach out and touch it. The loved, and beloved, sacred followers, dreamers of dreams, and wanderers of all that is lost.

Life, the lack of it, compassion, the consumation, etc etc...it's all greatly puzzling. I long to let my feelings, thoughts, and emotions pour out upon the world as we know it. So much to say, but not sure where to start, I wish, hope, pray, and long to fail. I want to explore my emotions, get lost, and let somebody get lost in me. Only the best shall come to light. Only the consumed. Only the loved, and beloved lost souls wandering throughout my life.

Current Mood: content
Current Music: Bonnie Raitt - Sugar Mamma

Life, the lack of it, compassion, the consumation, etc etc...it's all greatly puzzling. I long to let my feelings, thoughts, and emotions pour out upon the world as we know it. So much to say, but not sure where to start, I wish, hope, pray, and long to fail. I want to explore my emotions, get lost, and let somebody get lost in me. Only the best shall come to light. Only the consumed. Only the loved, and beloved lost souls wandering throughout my life.

Hey fucko, update your journal.

I was laying under the stars tonight, feeling, thinking, talking. I told him things I have never told him before. The big things. How I feel about the stars...and clouds. I love looking at the stars, feeling as though I am one of them. Feeling as if I am but a blip on their radar screen. I have always dreamed of the stars whisking me away with them, floating away from all of this on a cloud. I feel rejuvinated when I am under the stars. Calm, serene, comforted, and content. The stars make me angry, frusterated, and annoyed, however, because they remind me of how I cannot just float away. I dream of the clouds sweeping me up, and taking me with them, only to drop me off wherever they deam worthy; wherever they feel is a good place to let me go. If I could, I would pack my brownish canvas bag with a few clothes, little money, and my journal, and just wander aimlessly...see where I end up. Just go away, and never come back. I used to dream that I was being escorted through the world by a dark mage. He went away, however, when I moved here, and hasn't yet returned. I have dreamed that he is beckoning to the people that need him, the lost, found, and curious souls of the world, the way he once beckoned me.