CruelDreams

A little strip of white streaking across the sky.

Tonight I realized I live in a glass globe.

No escape.

YES, IT WOULD APPEAR THAT I'M BACK!
Yeah, I went to New York and what can I say? My camera decided to tag along. I went to New York City for and Internship with my Aunt Joyce who is a photographer and trust me, I learned things about myself that I never knew.

I learned that my patience can actually be almost limitless.

I learned that I will NEVER have a wedding because my heart would bleed for the photographer.

I learned some other stuff to but those 2 are the key points. Well, I also learned how to edit photos properly-Adobe Photoshop be damned.

I also saw a play that really changed my life called The Success of Failure by Cynthia Hopkins. I listen to her album on repeat-her lyrics are insanely insightful and honest so, go check her out on iTunes as well as her band Gloria Deluxe.

I've jump on the Heroes bandwagon, I confess. I have the HUGEST soft spot for Sylar and his perfectly imperfect-self. Is it wrong that I seemed to be pulled to people who seem irreparable? I have the feeling that's a personal flaw that is going to get me in a hell of a lot of trouble one day.

What can I say? I'm a sucker for broken people. I think they're beautiful because, lets be honest, we're all cracked aren't we? That's not really the important thing though, being broken or not. The important question is what do we allow to slip through our cracks?

If "expecting the unexpected" makes the unexpected expected, does that mean the expected is essentially unexpected? Meeting a person is fate, whether it's expected or not. Becoming their friend is a choice, generally expected. Falling in love with them is always unexpected but only if one does not "expect the unexpected" which makes the expected unexpected and wow I'm really fucking confused now. That was unexpected.

Going out with lights flashing in blue, red and yellow? It's like one of those wt nights in the city, after it rains and you're out alone walking, watching those speeding lights. The reds, yellows, and greens flashing and warning. Eyes unfocus and those lights turn into those shapeless baubles of transparent colour and a foot goes somewhere it shouldn't.

There's never any sound whenever I'm falling down.

All I know is that there's a sting when I reach my unplanned destination. Sting and dots of red, scratches of pink and the heavy scent of wet.

So, it basically sucks... in only the most eloquent of ways. Of course.

The flashing beats in time with heart rte monitors. Every time someone falls, a life is ended. It's that hint of silence that lets us know.




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I have no idea what I'm on about.