unrelated musings.7:51:00 PM
Oddly enough..these are a few of my journal entries from the past few days. They're typically one liners. I don't do this. Ever.
Dec. 21, 2010 I realize now that I am not ordinary. I’m not sure I ever have been but I know it is not self-induced abnormality but rather me constantly being me, through and through.
Dec. 22, 2010 I often find myself hushing inanimate objects. The peculiar thing is that those objects more often than not…do not make sound. They just blink so obnoxiously that it might as well be audible, might as well be noise.
Dec. 23, 2010 The insane are never insane in their own minds. Or perhaps they are, they simply don't know how to be ordinary.
Dec. 24, 2010 I just hate that I can feel that there’s so much more to me that I’m missing. I feel like my soul is always trying to get somewhere my body can’t go and my mind is trying to think things my brain can’t comprehend. The shortcoming of mortality. Every deep thought is remembered not created. With these 3 sentences I can sum up my entire existence. All I do is remember. And maybe, maybe, someday I’ll be okay with that. I feel like this should end with a signature, a line, a poem. But in reality, it is what it is. The mind can make “a hell of heaven and a heaven of hell,” the former is typically the case.
Dec. 25, 2010 I’ve realized I often begin my writings mid-way through a thought, as if I expected those who are reading to immediately follow and understand the whereabouts of my neural network. I’ll start with color rather than an object, an imagination presented as reality. And it will do others well to tag along, to understand without my explaining. I cannot attempt to explain the inexplicable.