i prefer my days in the midst of a haze surrounded by kind words, sriacha on everything, everything bagels, too much coffee, parking lots, playing the banjo, intoxicated dancing, clothes i can't afford, the world to appreciate, the details to look at piece by piece, friendship, croquet, new faces, old stories, jazz and the martini, slowly but surely making my way out of here
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
In life that you were absolutely sure of, the one thing clearly envisioned in your future, set and stone didn’t come true
Bad timing, wrong place at the wrong time or not telling someone how you feel at the right moment. Suppressing it no matter how hard the wheels turn inside the bottom of your stomach.
The things that are most worth in life are the hardest, When are we suppose to know the right timing. Does it surface purely in the projection of fate or do we have something to do with it?
Our timing, postponing and rushing
Ruining and saving, would It just be another hard reality of life
Are we spiritual beings having a human experience or a human being having a spiritual experience
The ultimate question, which I have to admit is much less philosophical when your actually quoting a bumper sticker you saw earlier in the day…
I guess this is the moment to say that no matter what happens It will be worth it, resist the the temptation to burst out crying all next week, as well as the urge to have word vomit, she needs this more than you
I suppose it’s also the time to exhort that I’m severely inebriated, my eyes are swollen, I’m wrapped in flannel sheets, I have to work a double tomorrow, all I want to do I resist sleep and read and play my banjo
I Just want to roam free, how do I let myself feel the absence of constraint, I guess it’s a good time though considering I just got off probation on Tuesday, but until I’m traveling the world as a photojournalist with a side banjo tour and a clothing line I will not be free
Its just all the strings inside me being pulled opposite ways