Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Africa, Dear Africa.

I sat with her, told her i felt no motivation for anything. I don't remember if i told her i don't find purpose in anything. I hope i did. I sat with her and she and i were talking a lot. She's awesome to talk too. But at one point. I just didn't want to speak. I just wanted to feel the hate and just experience everything that i wanted to. I needed to be sullen around her. I sat in silence looking into space. I NEED SPACE. I need it. I hope i can keep my shit together for studying. I'm thinking myself into a rut. Let me try talking to my self.

Hey dude shit, you seem like a mess.

Yeah you wouldn't believe.

You need to relax man, your mind is ready to explode.

I'd agree with that. It hurts to think.

Well you need that brain for class man, take it easy.

Alright. That sounds good.

Do you want to try and talk a little bit about whats making your mind unfold?

Yeah.. But its hard.

Lets start somewhere small.

Ok.


I feel like there's nothing to say anymore. I'm done.

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