Friday, March 2, 2012
Thursday, March 1, 2012
as of late, it has been, tasted, and seemed vanilla.
there's nothing wrong with that, I suppose.
but the parallax greatly differs when I consider that how I presumed it would be now, is vastly an unrealistic possibility to what really it is. I would not be able to keep up.
life as I know it is topsy-turvey.
objective perspective of what I'm doing rests on keeping my feet on the ground,
and my eyes on Jesus.
In a frank and direct conversation, I told my boss in the next 5 years, I am getting married, buying a house, making substantial salary to support a family and that I'm going to make myself irreplaceable for him. He said he'll get me there. I am hoping for the best, and asking for it.
And a drive home last week, I saw a vanilla sky - and it bloomed with neon and passion.
Its one of those things in life that make your heart skip a beat, and you realize it's not as bad as you had thought it is when you lifted your head from the pillow that morning.
"A simple plot, and I know one thing, good things are coming my way."
there's nothing wrong with that, I suppose.
but the parallax greatly differs when I consider that how I presumed it would be now, is vastly an unrealistic possibility to what really it is. I would not be able to keep up.
life as I know it is topsy-turvey.
objective perspective of what I'm doing rests on keeping my feet on the ground,
and my eyes on Jesus.
In a frank and direct conversation, I told my boss in the next 5 years, I am getting married, buying a house, making substantial salary to support a family and that I'm going to make myself irreplaceable for him. He said he'll get me there. I am hoping for the best, and asking for it.
And a drive home last week, I saw a vanilla sky - and it bloomed with neon and passion.
Its one of those things in life that make your heart skip a beat, and you realize it's not as bad as you had thought it is when you lifted your head from the pillow that morning.
"A simple plot, and I know one thing, good things are coming my way."
*I fell asleep last night while writing this. I forgot my thought, so it kind of drops off.
**Also, this doesn't count towards tonight's post.
I forget to shave every other day.
Those every other days add up.
Soon I look more tired than I actually am.
I think it's because there's no one to impress anymore.
Some night I am going to get dressed up to stay in.
Read, listen to old records, take one of dad's cigars, have some scotch.
I find that I've become that person who like to sit in a room and not talk with people, with people in the room. To sit in silence together. Dwelling, as breathing and pondering fills the silence. Only with people whom I find comfort in, though.
**Also, this doesn't count towards tonight's post.
I forget to shave every other day.
Those every other days add up.
Soon I look more tired than I actually am.
I think it's because there's no one to impress anymore.
Some night I am going to get dressed up to stay in.
Read, listen to old records, take one of dad's cigars, have some scotch.
I find that I've become that person who like to sit in a room and not talk with people, with people in the room. To sit in silence together. Dwelling, as breathing and pondering fills the silence. Only with people whom I find comfort in, though.
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