Wednesday, February 17, 2010

an education other than arcimboldo

came up with an interesting concept for a surreal assignment in two dee class.
i feel like i am out of touch with all my friends and everything else.
like the loop is drifting away.
but i had a nice day yesterday.

what has been going on and the thoughts that i choose to share and not edit:
(something i would call a rambling self-explanation if i wanted to)

so. i live in montreal right now yet i know as little as a tourist.
i am a person who understands through landmarks rather than names.
much like the way i look at people.
i have a roommate who is moving out in july as opposed to november.
we decided we wanted to stay friends and this would be the way to do it.
i am living the life of an adult that is learning things for the first time.
so i am lost and i know that.
my dreams are vivid and so are my thoughts at night.
i work at starbucks and it feels like home.
mainly because of the staff.
i visit my old high school because it feels like home.
mainly because of the staff.
i don't know what to think of the concept of love anymore.
i guess it's something that i believe in.
but i have to confirm what my definition of that is.
i have learned the one plus one equals two of life lately.
and i wish i felt motivated to go back to school.
i wish there were a lot of things that i didn't have to worry about.
then again, there is a lot i choose not to worry about.
i miss the thoughts of country and how you needed very few;
where the cold in your toes were part of the fun.
your head laying in snow or grass depending on the season,
but you admired the soil's view of the sky.
that something i miss.
i miss a lot of people i was forced to give up based on the toxic they leaked.
i have to learn to remember my antidotes more.
devil's advocate is something that leads to a lot of grey zones but it's something that i do way too often.
i have nothing figured out and that's fine because that's life sometimes.
i just wish i could think beyond next month with more than just a hope of vague impression.


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