Safe Place

This is a blog of sorts. I dump things here and look back at them when I want to reflect. If anyone ever stumbles upon it, you're welcome to stay a while and chat, leave comments or whatever.

If I Could Be Two...

I really wish there were just two of me. And I could feel myself in whichever one I wanted to at any moment. Hey, why not: one me would be a guy, and one would be a girl. The guy me would just chillax at home and skate, and chat with mah homies, while the girl me could urge out the rest of my creative energy and feel productive all the time. 'Cause I can't do both at once, and I can't feel both at once, and it sucks. I'm either productive and creative but totally restless, or relaxing and chill but feeling like I'm not doing anything important. There's no in between. And each one lasts for months at a time. And each one sucks without the other balancing it out. 

This sounds pretty stupid. Good thing no one reads this thing.

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Another Night of Wishing, Wishing, Wishing...

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Wishing on that star

Which crashes into walls

It's beating up my heart

It's coveting my fall

If this is not enough

There's nothing left at all

Four sides of conflict

Where I had once stood tall

And now all this wishing

Has forced me down to crawl

All alone down here,

My soul is in its thrall

That Star Inside of Me is Crashing Again

When the moon thinks she can be 

as bright as the sun’s luminescence--

Where cats play with small objects 

Imagining real rodents--

Who dances in the dark field 

For an invisible audience--

How wind pushes blades and dust

To void, or persuade the senses--

What crashing stars distract us,

Stave off the healing process--

Fleeting, yet enough to stave the soul

With cause to leave us hopeless--

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Who Am I?

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Life could be so different already. I could be living in such a different world. The choices I've made until now... Are they really getting me to the best outcome? If I had the power of save and load, I could go back and pick a different box, just to ease the lust for knowledge, the curve of curiosity bending my mind back around to all those moments of decision... What would I be feeling now if I were living that life instead?