Glass Containers
I don't quite feel like writing. I'm always tired, but I came home feeling especially tired. This morning, I woke up to my alarm! Usually, I zone in about an hour before I'm supposed to wake up and then toss until I get tired of waiting. I woke up to my alarm; I don't know if it's a good sign.
In other news, Dexter often stands like this, just staring at the yard:
"Everything the urine touches is my kingdom."
That's what he said in my imagination anyway.
Life is so weird. I-E and E-I are also weird. I before E except after C and when sounding like A as in neighbor and weigh. And other, random exceptions.
I don't even know where to begin. I should really just begin with getting chocolate milk and doing something lazy, but doing all that would require energy.
Heartbreak is a strange thing. Although, I don't mind it. I'm not afraid of heartbreak. It is bloody exhausting, but I don't fear it. I fear for the people who are so competent and independent that they isolate themselves. It's like seeing someone inside a small, glass container. They seem alright is, but you worry: Are they just pretending to be ok? Will they run out of air? Are they real?
And then it's impossible to communicate. You can both clink on the glass, but words seem muffled if not muted. And then you wonder what heartbreak made them hide away in the glass container.
And then I see glimpses of life, glimpses of shining vivacity. It makes me sad to think that all that passion and power is locked away in a transparent case of heartbreak.
And then there's this Nathan. He's kinda an emotional mess that's not good at filtering his feelings. I don't know if that's much better. Sometimes, he hides underneath piles of feelings and frustrations. A lot of times, he seems to be bumbling around with a dumb smile and a pitiable tear. He's a weirdo. I guess we'll just have to wait and see what happens with him.
In other news, Dexter often stands like this, just staring at the yard:
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| Dexter Surveying |
That's what he said in my imagination anyway.
Life is so weird. I-E and E-I are also weird. I before E except after C and when sounding like A as in neighbor and weigh. And other, random exceptions.
I don't even know where to begin. I should really just begin with getting chocolate milk and doing something lazy, but doing all that would require energy.
Heartbreak is a strange thing. Although, I don't mind it. I'm not afraid of heartbreak. It is bloody exhausting, but I don't fear it. I fear for the people who are so competent and independent that they isolate themselves. It's like seeing someone inside a small, glass container. They seem alright is, but you worry: Are they just pretending to be ok? Will they run out of air? Are they real?
And then it's impossible to communicate. You can both clink on the glass, but words seem muffled if not muted. And then you wonder what heartbreak made them hide away in the glass container.
And then I see glimpses of life, glimpses of shining vivacity. It makes me sad to think that all that passion and power is locked away in a transparent case of heartbreak.
And then there's this Nathan. He's kinda an emotional mess that's not good at filtering his feelings. I don't know if that's much better. Sometimes, he hides underneath piles of feelings and frustrations. A lot of times, he seems to be bumbling around with a dumb smile and a pitiable tear. He's a weirdo. I guess we'll just have to wait and see what happens with him.
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