threeinchestall

One day I will have time to write a decent blog entry.

One day I will have time to paint that piece of art for my bedroom.

One day I will have time to take photographs.

One day I will have time to update a popular blog sight and manage my own art store.

YEAH RIGHT.

Perhaps I could even update what is going on in my life, give the cyber world an insight on my life so far after high school...I still have yet to do that. Maybe I could even update some photos. My myspace, faceboob and lookboob are rather pathetic.

Wait.

I haven't done any of this...but what have I been doing? AHHH.

All I do.

Reminiscing. I am proud of my past in a reckless way. I am proud of the fact that I do not sit in those feelings, those messed up fleeting moments, anymore. I am a happy child. A happy, always laughing, grateful, living, child. In the shower I kept saying sentences in my head and I kept having flashbacks of occurrences throughout my life. I've never taken acid so I need to let all of this fly. I need to let my fingers do the talking. I need to let it fling me forward. Fling me into whatever words I can fumble for.

"It seems that you live in someone else's dream, In a hand-me-down wedding dress, With the things that could of been all repressed, But you said your vows, And you closed the door, On so many men, Who would of loved you more."