And every night, I go to bed feeling a bit more broken than I felt the night before. My dreams take me far from these thoughts and I am revived by morning. I won’t let this get to me. I am stronger. You can’t hurt me. The words flood my brain almost habitually. A routine. Do they still hold meaning? A day’s worth of thoughts piece together to answer this very question.
“The sun is shining today.” Must I shine as well? I will try. I will try. The heart, however, cannot decipher day and night. It values moments. Its ignorance prevents it from following the brain which, of course, only desires what is best, logically. An imbalance encompasses my being— what now?
“The sun is setting.” So is my mood. As the rays of sun begin to disappear from our side of the Earth, so do the distractions with which I constantly surround myself to keep my mind occupied. Hold together, I tell myself. You’ve come too far to break now. I learn. I eat. I breathe. I keep my physical being intact. Encouragement flows from my mind to my fingers to those who feel inferior all too easily. With every written word, I wish that I would have received any degree of reciprocality. You are alive. That is a good reminder in itself.
“Good night.” The day has ended. I am still in one piece. I did it. Tomorrow I will be better. Tomorrow I won’t be invisible. Tomorrow I will impress them.
The words flood my brain almost habitually. A routine. Do they still hold meaning? A day’s worth of thoughts piece together to answer this very question.
so like...janelle was saying she knows someone who does photography for a magazine using a DISPOSABLE CAMERA. and then she went on saying it just shows you that a camera is just the equipment for your vision, the real art. man i loved that.
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