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My Dear we're slow dancing in a burning room |
Wednesday, September 22, 2010, 9:07 PM
Sure come on over, i'll just say something completely off and unplanned. Changes things though, doesn't it? One word to another and another, like flipping coins over and over again, dissatisfaction. Suddenly realize that we're just trapped in this tiresome routine, 'cyclical and repetitive nature,' yea thanks beckett, loud and clear. This inability to express myself. I'm trapped in the notion of constantly using unconventional metaphors to tell you all what i'm feeling. I need to expand this notion. I'm sure i could go at least a week without saying 'i feel like i'm swimming in an ocean of germ-infested needles.' If i'm going to pursue a career where words are golden weapons, i need to get comfortable with my own mind. That rush i'm getting too often now, i need to control it. Sieving fragile test tubes from the swarm of metal shards heading straight for my face. I'm getting better at it. I wish there was some way to capture it like a photograph and let it lose whenever i needed it. This inconsistency is not gonna do me any good. I find it funny that the school compacts lessons in the morning to let us off the hook, free for self-study, by lunch time. Yet i have not gone back past 8 in the past week or so. Again. Feels just like old times. You, me and a sleepy train station. I have a long morning tomorrow and math in the afternoon. Performing at the arts house's playden on Friday afternoon, deconstruction of the masterpiece we crafted so affectionately. You could have just left it alone and let us off, but you just had to. Makes you feel like a superhero, balancing the A levels with a performance life in the industry. This is the last time? Yea alright. You said that 3 performances ago. I want to audition for something. I don't really care what. I want to jump into a university life where lectures are whenever i want it to be, where you could wear what you want, be who you want, live how you want, wake up at 9 for a lecture and head off for an audition or a call back somewhere. I need a change. I want a change. Hurry up and end, year, i'd trade anything for some Christmas pudding and a good long plane trip to the middle of nowhere. I should probably study right about now. Watch me flop on my bed and watch another episode of how i met your mother and not give a damn. |
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