Down tempo in a minor key...
Another Man's Done Gone
Good song Jeff Tweedy and Wilco resurrected. Unrecorded thoughts that Woodie Guthrie "scribbled" down at some point. A deep passing thought.
Something I can feel a connection with at this point. Moving back has had it's side effects. This past weekend after attending a party in my old neighborhood, I was takeing some friends home, and inadvertantly pulled into my old Apartment parking lot. A stupid, human thing to do. It shouldn't have had as much weight or relevance, but it busted me down. The up and down slide of my bi-polar mind balancing itself out. I am surronded by people now, interesting, imaginative, free thinking people, but I feel so damn isolated and alone. I want to open up and communicate, but at this point I worry about boring another with my issues, or not coming through clearly. Self-esteem issues, self doubt, that kind of junk.
I wanna girl to help me forget my past, I'm scared to death of long term relationships, I'm shy as fuck. I'm way too open, like why am I writing this shit? I am standing on a high cliff overlooking the rugged terrains over which I just came, seeing the errors I have made, how I could have better approached that situation/conversation/concept. I stand with my back towards the direction I am heading, forever reveling in the terrain of the past. If I could swing that perspective around and analyze where I am and what could be possibly ahead of me. How to navigate that future terrain so I won't have to analyze so much in retrospect.
I think there are times when I am riding the flow of the universe, and then there are times when it's going against me. Like standing in a blizzard in strong winds.
Denial is a powerful drug. Accepting something one doesn't wish to acknowledge can break a man down. Opening the mind to some new outlook on the universe can do the same to some.
I wish it was spring, I am not in the mood for Febuary at the moment.
Good song Jeff Tweedy and Wilco resurrected. Unrecorded thoughts that Woodie Guthrie "scribbled" down at some point. A deep passing thought.
Something I can feel a connection with at this point. Moving back has had it's side effects. This past weekend after attending a party in my old neighborhood, I was takeing some friends home, and inadvertantly pulled into my old Apartment parking lot. A stupid, human thing to do. It shouldn't have had as much weight or relevance, but it busted me down. The up and down slide of my bi-polar mind balancing itself out. I am surronded by people now, interesting, imaginative, free thinking people, but I feel so damn isolated and alone. I want to open up and communicate, but at this point I worry about boring another with my issues, or not coming through clearly. Self-esteem issues, self doubt, that kind of junk.
I wanna girl to help me forget my past, I'm scared to death of long term relationships, I'm shy as fuck. I'm way too open, like why am I writing this shit? I am standing on a high cliff overlooking the rugged terrains over which I just came, seeing the errors I have made, how I could have better approached that situation/conversation/concept. I stand with my back towards the direction I am heading, forever reveling in the terrain of the past. If I could swing that perspective around and analyze where I am and what could be possibly ahead of me. How to navigate that future terrain so I won't have to analyze so much in retrospect.
I think there are times when I am riding the flow of the universe, and then there are times when it's going against me. Like standing in a blizzard in strong winds.
Denial is a powerful drug. Accepting something one doesn't wish to acknowledge can break a man down. Opening the mind to some new outlook on the universe can do the same to some.
I wish it was spring, I am not in the mood for Febuary at the moment.
posted by Asylunt at 10:31 AM
1 Comments:
"I wish it was spring, I am not in the mood for Febuary at the moment"
exactly how i think at the moment.
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