Here I am. Alone at home, enjoying my own company. Feeling the breeze from outside, listening to the sounds of some animals, listening to conversations that take place in the street, from people who are passing through. But I can never be completely alone, because my thoughts never leave me. Never let me be just me. I am always with me, with the duties of school tomorrow, with the connection to my father that I did not and he probably will complain; that the dishes I washed my mom and she probably will complain, I go to class have to give and that will probably cost me more time than the combined, the friend or the friend who has a problem and what can I do to try to help, the evidence for which I still have to study, but I can not concentrate ; the movie I want to see, but do not know when I can, the music that keeps going through my head and I still could not hear, the book that I read ... Anyway, it's so much in my head that I can not concentrate on the simple fact that I am alone and this would be the perfect time to stop and relax. But I'm a tense, worried and accelerated nature.
One of my many dreams is to be able to get a car any one day and leave driving aimlessly, ending up where the road takes me. Feel the wind in the rest, see pictures and new common; register faces of random people, but for some reason my attention, take pictures of all things possible, stop to eat at a diner on the road I do not do a damn idea of what is, and yet come in, eat well, talk to employees about all things, laugh a little, pay the bill, buy take-out food and then back to the car and put "Seven Days In Sunny June" of Jamiroquai to play at full volume. And scream along with the music.And continue to drive to get tired, or even find a place that draws my attention enough to stop me. Only how do I do this, if I have a headache and motion sickness absurd when I travel by car? I usually take Dramamine when I travel by car, but I'm pretty much dope, and I end up sleeping. But not me who's driving. So complicated is it? I agree. But let's hope, suddenly one day that my headache mixed with seasickness on car trips better.
You know what's ironic? I'm afraid of heights, but have no fear of flying. I love because I'm not sick and not a headache. My fear of heights that only comes when I feel threatened with decline. Other than that, everything goes well when I'm in a pretty big time.
You see how I'm not a normal person? I started talking about one thing, and I ended up talking about another. Go figure my head ...
One of my many dreams is to be able to get a car any one day and leave driving aimlessly, ending up where the road takes me. Feel the wind in the rest, see pictures and new common; register faces of random people, but for some reason my attention, take pictures of all things possible, stop to eat at a diner on the road I do not do a damn idea of what is, and yet come in, eat well, talk to employees about all things, laugh a little, pay the bill, buy take-out food and then back to the car and put "Seven Days In Sunny June" of Jamiroquai to play at full volume. And scream along with the music.And continue to drive to get tired, or even find a place that draws my attention enough to stop me. Only how do I do this, if I have a headache and motion sickness absurd when I travel by car? I usually take Dramamine when I travel by car, but I'm pretty much dope, and I end up sleeping. But not me who's driving. So complicated is it? I agree. But let's hope, suddenly one day that my headache mixed with seasickness on car trips better.
You know what's ironic? I'm afraid of heights, but have no fear of flying. I love because I'm not sick and not a headache. My fear of heights that only comes when I feel threatened with decline. Other than that, everything goes well when I'm in a pretty big time.
You see how I'm not a normal person? I started talking about one thing, and I ended up talking about another. Go figure my head ...
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