Sometimes in June
I got an email from James again last night. This is it in it's entirety:
"The clouds are like puff balls going across the sky really fast then they slow down and go slow. How about where you are?"
Upon first reading this I thought "What is this person on??" But after thinking about it for a while I realized that....I always notice the clouds. I always thought of it as a quirk, to stare at the sky and just watch them.
Then I think, am I creating this parallel because I want some type of connection? What if it's just ramblings. What if it's not? How can simple/random sentences like that be so thought provoking? Why does thinking about it scare me? What the hell am I afraid of?
So I stumble across this rope that represents my father. I stand and look at it.
I pick it up and let it rest in my hands.....but I don't hold onto it, I just let it lay there.
I know that if I close my hands and hold onto this rope...that if it's yanked away it will rip my hands to shreds. I'm already bleeding----
I'm in my head again
"The clouds are like puff balls going across the sky really fast then they slow down and go slow. How about where you are?"
Upon first reading this I thought "What is this person on??" But after thinking about it for a while I realized that....I always notice the clouds. I always thought of it as a quirk, to stare at the sky and just watch them.
Then I think, am I creating this parallel because I want some type of connection? What if it's just ramblings. What if it's not? How can simple/random sentences like that be so thought provoking? Why does thinking about it scare me? What the hell am I afraid of?
So I stumble across this rope that represents my father. I stand and look at it.
I pick it up and let it rest in my hands.....but I don't hold onto it, I just let it lay there.
I know that if I close my hands and hold onto this rope...that if it's yanked away it will rip my hands to shreds. I'm already bleeding----
I'm in my head again
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