I got lost.

And its one life, and its this life, and its beautiful.

Don't really know where I am, where I came from, and especially where I'm going.

And to be honest, it's pretty scary.
Is it hypocritical to berate and challenge the fear in others when you discover there is just as much of the icky substance in yourself?

Or is that just a passive-aggressive tactic in trying to fight.

I really toy with the idea of being a fighter. Defending and protecting my inner truths and ideals.

I can't help it, you're so beautiful.

Music wise check out: First Aid Kit, Cecille Corbel, and Sarah Blasko.

This Video is consuming me: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OJHdT1j6hH8

There's a new world out there, and all we have to do is shape it.
Subvert. And always love.

Wow.

There are a lotta hotties in the library.
Ohemgee delicious.

Distraction.

No more analysis for five minutes.

I miss acting, placing my body and mind into another person. Being outside of myself. There's a relief that I am grateful for and really deeply miss.


My theory these days: all the problems with the human condition can be linked to efforts to subdue, subvert, and starve loneliness. How we perceive ourselves; the walls we create; the ideas that we throw into the world; and the people we fall in love with.
I need to learn how to be alone. The internet hinders that completely.

Will powah and die cycle pline! "Your Mind is a safe place."


Working and creating. It's not just flamboyancy and fun. If you want to change things, effect things, give all your love and be vulnerable, you have to work for it. It is hard. Be a tree and bear some fruit.



I can see your disconnection. Your isolation.
I feel it from over here. Take this ribbon and we'll be entwined forever.

Rude Boy

All I've got- all I've got- all I've got...
Are these photographs.
All I've got- all I've got- all I've got...
It's nothing without you... you... you.
I'm nothing without you... you... you.
Got nothing without you.

G4L.

Stream of Consciousness Peptalks

There's a world in slumber.
Waiting. On my own ideals.

Worlds. Reflections.
See me and gasp. See me and love.
Don't defend. Merely state. Merely be.

If you choose to believe in something, stand by it.
Even fight for it. It will challenge you and give you growth.

But, I cannot admit defeat. I don't know what it looks like.
I am not challenged for who I am, but by the ones that I love.
Always. I can't lay down and wait. The ones who stand above all others are a choice; a choice that was made for me. A choice by passion.

And to live passionately enriches all.


Back to Directing.

OY VAY

Emotional. Wreck. Stress. Love. Forlorn.
KERR WORK KERR WORK DEATH.

Sleep is required. Sleep is need. Sleep allows you to live with happiness.

RAGE UNTIL THE DAWN.



Stream of consciousness. Where do we go from here?
New chapter. How does our novel end?

Sometimes

all you feel like is that you don't really matter.