SamanthaAlexandra's Journal
08
Apr 2007
4:26 PM PST
Some say that they have their most intelligent conversations while in a tired state of mind, others claim to write better because they say exactly what's on their mind, regaurdless of how rediculous it is. So here goes. I've already said repeatedly my feelings on the matter, as if I believed it'll speed the process along. It doesn't. I've always known it doesn't but it's nice to think it does. I remember walking past a bed of flowers yesterday and they smelt so wonderful. It reminded me of how I imagine my Utopia to be like. I wanted to lay in them, in hopes for the scent to slip through the pores of my skin and settle in my blood stream so that I too can produce that fragrence naturally and allow my heart to pump it throughout my body. Chain of thoughts are so strange. How one can jump from one subject to another in a matter of seconds is incredible. If only my fingers could move that fast. If I could record my thoughts I really would. This past week had been so long, but so amazing. I was taught to have fun and actually feel again. Self-taught mind you. I really wish I wasn't so scared of the unknown. I would have been able to start feeling a long time ago.
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Every angel is terrifying The drugs are a fabulation. Every wisp of smoke I inhale and exhale is a story formed from one breath to another. Take this train I'm on, for instance. It could suddenly lift from its rails and be taken to a desolate planet, a razed nothing where food and water is scarce. I wonder, then, who would make love to whom, who would be eaten first and by what method we would decide this sacrificial process. Or perhaps we'd all just be too hungry to think about it...
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