It's really hot. I'm at work and I'd like to go home right now. Spend the day writing rhymes.
Had two dreams about car crashes last night. The first one was me, and I woke up at 5 in the morning. The other one was about some other girl.
Freaky. I'm naturally anxious about driving at this point. Or always have been, that's why I got my license so late.
Been having a bit of a sore throat lately. I'd say its from recovering from the weekend, but I know better. Spent Friday night unable to say what I needed to and my body is showing that. If I don't speak my truths, then I might as well not have a voice. Kept energy packed in there and now its hurting. It's alright I learned my lesson.
Could never understand what people wanted me to do when they ask me to focus. Feels like things elude my grasp and squirm off like slippery eels the harder I concentrate on them. There's nothing more to focus on than what is. Realize now they just needed me to be mindful. Or even more careful. But it's not focus, I swear.
Sometimes when you're writing, you don't even know what anything is anymore, or what you're even writing about. Sometimes you write and fill in the meaning later, like a coloring book.
Was telling Jonathan the other day that sometimes when things are all you know, you take it for granted. Talents, appearances, life situations. Realize all people want is new new new. Doesn't matter how it is, doesn't matter what it is. As long as they've never seen it before, they'll have some sort of liking to it.
Course there are those who only stick to what they're used to, but even they need to realize that every fucking day is new, so they need to get the hell over it.
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