i'm surrounded by technology i don't know how to use. things flashing at me everytime i turn around. no wonder my heartbeat spikes like this. today was built to stress you out. i wanna embrace primitivism. i wanna spearhead the organic revolution.
whatever. today i'm just searching for rhythm. i have a need but i can't fill it without a flow. don't expect anything from me. you're making this harder. i'm making this harder through you.
i'm sick of being the type of person who waits. i wait and miss out. i'm waiting for the desperation, the point where my only option is to write that brilliant manuscript the first time around. i'm waiting to just turn into someone. something. i'm waiting for someone to knock and my door and hand me a job. i'm waiting for the world to fall in to place or the galaxy to fall apart.
and you know what? that's stupid. whatever.
5 comments:
Knock knock
who's there
Hey. Post something. Chop chop.
I miss your writings.
So do I.
Just do some straight observatin'
Just write what you see -- the funky stuff will come.
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