Thinking About You

Thinking about the future. Thinking about that boy. Thinking about an assignment. Thinking about practice. Thinking about me. Thinking about anything. Thinking about everything.

I just don't stop. And I let my self sit here and cry over my thoughts. I don't know why.

I feel like an empty person. I'm forced and false.

Waiting for the day that my thoughts and feelings actually evolve into reality.

I like this. A lot.

Just read this on Aimee Teagarden's blog and loved it.

"What you are in love with, what seizes your imagination, will affect everything. It will decide what gets you out of bed in the mornings, what you do with your evenings, how you spend your weekends, what you read, who you know, what breaks your heart, and what amazes you. Fall in love stay, stay in love, and it will decide everything. "- Pedro Arrupe

Ramble On, Sing My Song

I'm in another one of those moods today. One of my deep, dark thinking, crying, and talking to myself alone in my room kind of moods. One product of my thoughts is thus, that I've come to realize that everyone lives in the perimeters of their own knowledge of the world. If you have seen or known things to be a certain way, others may see them or know them to be totally different. That may seem like an obvious fact, but it just clicked differently with me today. I just feel like humans live their lives in the constant struggle for others to see the world like they do. I guess what hit me so hard about this realization was that I still feel like I haven't been able to connect with people enough to be able to see my world and see theirs, at least not completely. There have been glimmers of each world, but neither have ever been fully exposed. I'm just waiting for the day when someone gets it. Someone gets my world completely, or at least cares and is interested in my world and that it means something to them. I like knowing as much as I can about a person. Not in a creepy/stalker way, just I find people fascinating whether I like them or not. I just want to understand them and learn from how they view things--how they think and feel. And I guess I just hope others feel the same way about me. Is that silly?

Spontaneous Thought.

When there is music, there is no loneliness.