“When composing a verse let there not be a hairs breath separating your mind from what you write; composition of a poem must be done in an instant, like a woodcutter felling a huge tree or a swordsman leaping at a dangerous enemy.”
― Bashō Matsuo
i have this feeling like the world is waking up but that is not a feeling its a thought i think do my feelings think too
black bird singing in the dead of night take these broken wings and learn to fly
i should wear my gray shirt tomorrow gray is my favorite color i felt so symbolic yesterday
i really should commit to learning an instrument and a second language maybe the drums and maybe german i know how to play the drum part from in the air tonight i think thats phil collins
the truth is i am an instrument the hose that the water flows through
im a barbie girl in my barbie world why does that song always sneak in i hate that song life in plastic its fantastic it tends to take over
oh here comes another hey little girl is your daddy home did he go and leave you all alone you cool my desire oh oh oh im on fire
i think it is so weird that some of the songs that randomly play in my head end up being by an artist who is dead 2 or 3 days after the song pops in my head
i wonder if i am a mind murderer like do i kill people with my thoughts oh god i can’t even entertain it
why do i keep seeing an old time typewriter that says oliver maybe oliver twist
shit what if i really do commit murders with my mind im feeling pretty anxious now i should go be with my breath
all your life you were only waiting for this moment to arise
I know, I know. “What the fuck is wrong with her?” Nothing. Absolutely nothing. That was just the unedited outpouring of my thoughts. It’s called Stream of Consciousness. I can turn it off and tune to other stations and that has filled many of my journal pages over the years. That is how I wrote THIS post. Being so open and honest is quite shocking to people who are conditioned to lie about how they feel and be nice just for the sake of being nice. I died a little more every day when I was still about that life. Thank God I saw the light.
A lot of people have said they are worried about me now but they should really save their energy. I’m more than fine. The numbness is wearing off. There was actually something to worry about when they all thought I was behaving normally. It’s the craziest thing to wake up to a new reality just to have everyone in your life reject you for it… like for real this time… they were rejecting me (themselves) all along I just didn’t see it. I see it now. And they have no idea that the disturbance they are experiencing is just me reflecting back their personal fears and doubts.
It’s so good to slowly release that need for approval. My “give a fuck” is going, going, gone. I’m aware of at least 3 people who are angry with me right now for whatever reason they came up with to feel justified for feeling their feelings. It couldn’t possibly come from them.. something external like another person or event is always blamed for upset feelings… That’s such a cop out. Blame game there are no winners.
Well, I don’t really have anything else to say. I know, shocked me too. Oh! I will say this: peace out. A town and also, here is a fascinating video that further explains the Stream of Consciousness style of writing.