I sit here at my desk on the 21st floor and stare out the window towards the beautiful city of Taipei, Taiwan. The people roaming the streets, just miniature pacmen searching for their blinking dots. The buses making their ritual stops, picking up, dropping off, in they go. The thousands of scooters at war with the aggressive taxi drivers to be the first to their prominent destinations. The food vendors and the business men who slyly stare at the women in their high heels, holding their coffees and working their morning swag. The business district. Everyone goes ,everyone comes, every morning and every afternoon I am a component of this persevering piece of the city's puzzle. I have fallen in love with this small section of the world. I will be sad to leave. My time here will soon come to it's end and I slowly begin my silent goodbye. I look foreword to what the future brings, this next big step, actually leap, towards something new, a bundle of terrifying, exciting and compelling all mashed together, forming the concoction known as my future. The opportunity has presented itself for me to start a promising beginning of the rest of my life. Ive never been one to venture into the world of no guarantees, but here I go, throwing everything I am and everything I want to be, towards this giant question mark labeled "will this be my chance?"
I have spent enough of my days being the sole creator of my own catastrophes. Being an "alien" to the harsh realities of the so called "real world". Although the past can never be abolished, the future can provide a lighted walkway towards my own sought after personal redemption, but only if I have the courage to step off the safety of the shore.
Opportunity knocked, and I answered with a smile and a pair of floaties.
This is nothing new, no, no just another phase of finding
what I really need is what makes me bleed
But like a new disease, Lord, she's still too
young to treat
Volcanoes melt you down
She's still too young
what i am to you
you do not need is not real
I kissed your mouth
You do not need me
I knew, of course, that trees and plants had roots, stems, bark, branches and foliage that reached up toward the light. But I was coming to realize that the real magician was light itself.
All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.
When i sleep at night, the closet door cannot be cracked open, not even the slightest bit...
Or else im convinced there is something in there watching me...
I cant let myself fall back into the same routine of forgetting about this blog.
Its always been a goal of mine to keep one up.
Even if nobody is reading it,
it's pretty much my only creative outlet. (if we can classify typing out my scrambled egg thoughts as creative, may be a far stretch.)
I just started work last week, so when im not at the office, im at home hanging out with my pillow, who seems to be my only friend lately. (Its cool, we get along like Forest and that Jenny person)
thank you "the fithen" for pointing out anonymous is spelt wrong... damn tumblr. oh well, adds character
meh.
i really have no creative juices floating at the moment.
