So this is where I’ve been
Oh- So this is where I’ve been.
It seems I’ve been here all along-
I must have just been misplaced at some point-
A path that wasn’t supposed to be taken-
But I’ve found me and I’m back
Maybe not how I should be-
Or who I am, really
But I’m here, and that’s all that really matters.
That home I dreamt I lived in-
That city that I loved -
The places I went-
The things I did-
The way I was-
It happened without me. but it still happened
But I found my way to it, it was inevitable.
So I will pick up where it left off-
I will continue with the life I was leading
But never really knew it.
I think I picked the right time.
That moment where you can smell the storm in the air-
You know its coming, you can feel the slight threatening breeze-
The darkness that comes so quickly that it hasn’t yet caught up to the light-
And it makes you smile. Makes you feel calm- happy-peaceful-
A single drop tickles your nose, and then-
Downpour. You can smell it. The downpour is coming-
And you’ve never been happier. This beautiful storm.
Distorted Dreams and Radical Reality
Maybe it’s that I have been awake 18 hours and kind of in that half-sleep state. Maybe it’s that I’ve been trying to write something half-decent for weeks and I’m grasping at straws. I want to write how I feel. But it’s hard to create the character.
I’m not really sure what kind of character I am.
I see a person, torn, walking down a busy street, bumping into faceless, nameless bodies. A person lost and wandering. Then there’s a face. A smile. And it brighten that lost wanderer’s world, just for a moment.
You know how when you’re having a bad day or need help with a major decision, and some random stranger says something that totally clicks you into realization? Total coincidence, nothing but an accident, but perhaps it’s kismet.
I want to be that person. But then I think maybe I’m giving myself too much credit. Maybe that’s just a glorified superhero-person that I can only be in my distorted dreams and radical reality.
We are who we pretend to be, perhaps.
Has anyone else made the correlation that the type of guy a woman is attracted to says a lot about who she is? I’m not meaning this in the usual, “women like douchebags” kind of way. I’m thinking of a lot of my friends and realizing things I never really saw. Interesting insights.
I think I need to have a relationship advice column. I am pretty sure I’d be able to take it seriously for the most part. Maybe.
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