Oct 2014
You never really know what people are thinking... Most people keep their thoughts so hidden away that some times even they dismiss them as false.
"You think anyone tells the truth? I mean the whole truth. I think most people try to tell the whole truth but they come up short. Holding on to this small secret. The secret could be small like, 'I woke up at 10 this morning.' When deep down you know you really woke up at 11. Other times it could be huge like saying an I love you when you don't mean it." From time to time I ramble; digress. Of course I'm sitting in my bedroom. Alone. Not a soul is listening but myself. I'm still my favourite person to talk to.
Personally I don't think it's that bad. In fact, I'm almost certain that most people would be better off if they talked to themselves more.
I'm almost certain whiskey makes people better writers but then again I could be wrongfully mistaken. I just know that it works for me. I feel confident. Some could say wiser. Others could easily say that it dulls the sense but what do I know.
I light up another cigarette while five thoughts race through my head too quick to capture.
"Do you ever wonder? And when I say this I speak very vaguely. In general do you wonder? All the things that a person can wonder. I'm rambling again; but you're listening aren't you?"
I really can't stop talking to myself. I'm such a great listener. Or it could be my ego. The bright star in the night. My temple.
"God I need another pull. Maybe even a oneie. Anything to keep this going. This slowed down thought process. Just so I can capture things at a pace my fingers can keep up with."
I'm still alone. I prefer it that way. In a sense I've always been this hermit who locks themselves away. I'm not looking for pity either. God, that's the last thing I crave.
Who am I kidding? I'd take any amount of attention. Pity. Gratitude. Love. I'd take it in any form. Just give it to me.
The whiskey is going down smoother and smoother with each drink. And I've finally lit that oneie. I slip into a deeper state of consciousness. This is when things get real.
Work in progress.
"You think anyone tells the truth? I mean the whole truth. I think most people try to tell the whole truth but they come up short. Holding on to this small secret. The secret could be small like, 'I woke up at 10 this morning.' When deep down you know you really woke up at 11. Other times it could be huge like saying an I love you when you don't mean it." From time to time I ramble; digress. Of course I'm sitting in my bedroom. Alone. Not a soul is listening but myself. I'm still my favourite person to talk to.
Personally I don't think it's that bad. In fact, I'm almost certain that most people would be better off if they talked to themselves more.
I'm almost certain whiskey makes people better writers but then again I could be wrongfully mistaken. I just know that it works for me. I feel confident. Some could say wiser. Others could easily say that it dulls the sense but what do I know.
I light up another cigarette while five thoughts race through my head too quick to capture.
"Do you ever wonder? And when I say this I speak very vaguely. In general do you wonder? All the things that a person can wonder. I'm rambling again; but you're listening aren't you?"
I really can't stop talking to myself. I'm such a great listener. Or it could be my ego. The bright star in the night. My temple.
"God I need another pull. Maybe even a oneie. Anything to keep this going. This slowed down thought process. Just so I can capture things at a pace my fingers can keep up with."
I'm still alone. I prefer it that way. In a sense I've always been this hermit who locks themselves away. I'm not looking for pity either. God, that's the last thing I crave.
Who am I kidding? I'd take any amount of attention. Pity. Gratitude. Love. I'd take it in any form. Just give it to me.
The whiskey is going down smoother and smoother with each drink. And I've finally lit that oneie. I slip into a deeper state of consciousness. This is when things get real.
Work in progress.
