Piles of Leaves

By the time I decide to blog, I'm never motivated to blog about the things I've recently been thinking of.

Last night, before I fell asleep, I pondered on the human heart and it's association with emotions. I don't think I have ever been taught why that is. I thought it was very interesting, though I stopped thinking about it for fear of over-thinking.

I think I may very well want to learn more about psychology. I don't think I'd want to learn more about sociology though. I miss having psychology/sociology. It was very interesting. I don't think I have it in me to become a psychologist. I'm a weak person with easily affected emotions. Yeah, I'm a wimp.

I had more on my mind earlier, but my mind is sort of cluttered and my thoughts don't seem clear enough to comprehend.

Softly Leave

I know your eyes in the morning sun.

I'm feeling very weak and dizzy. I suppose it's from the lack of food.

I think that I've lost majority of my motivation to do anything. I'm just feeling a bit down about things I guess. Connect me to the world again.

Post Script: HOW DEEP IS YOUR LOVE?


“And I thought that all those little kids are going to grow up someday. And all of those little kids are going to do the things that we do. And they will all kiss someone someday. But for now, sledding is enough. I think it would be great if sledding were always enough, but it isn’t.”
-The Perks of Being a Wallflower

Hands

"But I don't want to go among mad people," Alice remarked.
"Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat: "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad."
"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.
"You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here."
(Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, Chapter 6)

LET THE RUMPUS START!

Some Like it Cold

I even fell for that stupid love song.

My index finger is stained red. My lips are stained red. The area around my eyes are smudged with black. My mind is flooded with miles and miles of debris.

...And an hour later, I'm still not even halfway through a decent blog. Motherfucker.

I'm feeling very neutral and numb to everything. I feel so disconnected.

***

“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the skin horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t often happen to people who break easily or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby, but these things don’t matter at all, because once you are real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand. ”
- The Velveteen Rabbit

Blank Pages

It's alright, it's almost over.

I truly believe that music feeds the soul. It nourishes, calms, inspires, and everything in between. I love hearing songs that just connect with me. I mean, it just sort of clicks. It's like it's touching my soul. It's a beautiful thing. It makes me want to cry because I just feel so content with everything. I may not always be able to interpret what everything means, but I can just feel some significant connection. Little things in certain songs just make my ears nearing deaf worth while. I don't mind that I can't play an instrument, or rather, I don't play one. Later in life I'd like to take up an instrument. I'm still unsure as to what I would like to play. I must find my heart instrument. I think my heart instrument is just something to write/draw with.