I actually enjoy my depression. I feel the most inspired and then I feel a lot of other penetrated emotions, most of them a horrid experience but an occasional boost in the right direction. How creepy am I? I love listening to bright Eyes and Elliot Smith and Deerhunter and love songs that remind me of love and past loves.
I'm in love with love and lousy poetry. I've cringed my friends away and isolation is the the only option right now and I think I can dig it. Too many deaths physically...too many deaths ideally. Once you are born you begin to die and that is what the world has in common and there's no escape unless you of course self inflict your beautiful soul. I've been fascinated with my presence amongst a variety of others theirs and my reactions.....a range of conversations...shallow and awkward...creepy...flirty. And my mind exists elsewhere but I'm so great at responding and appropriately not responding.
I want to exist in a different dimension not inebriation but a floating dimension that removes a lot of the evil in all of us. Take away our cognitive thinking and allow us to be wild wild wilddddddddd, silent and indigenous. Everything is easier said than done but now I will act and do. My lazy days are over once i flee El Paso. I love you but you're bringing me down EP....give me a while and I'll get back to you. oh yeah this is the love of my life.... Vietnam broke my heart.
baby trip. te amo.
