Just a little exercise in English where we had to describe ourselves using metaphors.
Wrap it around your neck once and let it blow along in the wind. Don’t wrap it around to tightly but let it define who you are, and what you stand up for in life. Your time will come but patience is a virtue and you suddenly become overwhelmed with excitement. But then you remember that the window was never open and you’re sitting on your bed, guitar in one hand, floor covered in magazines, cameras and a computer as to where you express your inner most thoughts. Seclusion is the key but that comes along with a lot of insecurities as you remember the whole reason you locked yourself inside your body bag world is because you want to avoid as much humanly contact as possible. The dreamland which is nothing near reality bursts into flames through the pencil into a book which will one day name you the greatest philosopher in the world. But once again you find yourself sitting in that same position on your bed except this time the sun has gone down and moonlight streams onto the wall creating dancing figures who call you to their magical realm.
Maybe you think to much, questioning everything you see and hear, or analyze in into different situations. The music bursts through your ear drums but its soothing and you feel as if you are walking on clouds until you get disrupted by a presence, you can’t say who but you know its there and everything just disappears forever. You know you’ll never go back to there and with that a small part of your soul tarnishes. Its hard to let go and you find it even harder to hold hands with change but it doesn’t come freely. Nothing ever does.
And there we go again. Your strolling down that luscious green field with the great big apple trees and cute brown fences. One camera in your hand and another around your neck, can never be to prepared. You turn around and suddenly your standing on the highest mountain, everything can be seen and it is the most exhilarating feeling that you wish could just stay a little longer. You close your eyes to saver the moment but when you re open, there is no more spectacular view or cute fences, rather the light of your computer shining in your eyes. You squint.
*I’m aware of my grammatical errors, I wrote this in 2008.