Monday, August 17, 2009

disconnected thoughts

Does any of this really matter?
The words we choose to set down here, they're lost amongst the copy-and-paste generation. Anyone can be a philosopher, we're all religious oracles. We're all leaders of our own personal revolutions.

The foundation for a bohemian revolution: freedom, beauty, truth, and love. I'd gladly trade them all for happiness.

Perhaps it's the Thespian in me, in my kind, that creates such dramatic situations. Emotion is lost through terrible miscommunications, and the loss of emotion translates directly into the loss of importance, the loss of reality.

Do you ever wonder what it would be like to travel back in time dressed in the height of today's fashion? That in and of itself would be a tremendously influential thing to do; one wouldn't even have to speak to turn a town on its head. After all, ankles are outrageously and unspeakably scandalous to some time periods.

There are a lot of instances in which I can go both ways. Like, sleeping. Or my sexuality. What about the word bisexual, anyway? Just the thought of it sends shivers of revulsion down my spine. Bisexual is nothing more than a term used to describe a young teenage girl seeking attention, trying to draw it to her "wounded soul". I suppose it could very well be a young teenage boy. If you want to get technical.

Don't sweat the small things.

If you say you've forgiven them, forgive them. Forgive yourself above all else, because if you don't no one else will.

If you get the chance to stay up for well over 24 hours, do it. You might be surprised what the Internet holds in way of entertainment.

Recognize the fact that you are not different to the world. To the world, you are just a clone with unoriginal ideas, thoughts, concepts, words, and looks. The trick is to find someone who is not the world to see you for what you are. It only takes one.

Love. For once in your life, love. Love wholly and unnecessarily, ridiculously and naively and cliche-ly. Love like you know you won't get hurt. But only once. At least once.

1 comment:

Cafferine! said...

Your words inspire.

So, keep writing, keep thinking. It does the world good.