Slowly, but surely.
I’m getting over it, moving past it. One day, it will hardly be so foolishly and pettily significant.
Slowly but surely, it’s going away.
Shoot for the moon.
I returned from a week-long camp only a couple days ago.
It was short, and yet the people I met there I feel like I’ve known for my entire lifetime.
I’ve changed. Not only that, but these people changed my way of looking at things, changed my world.
I now understand the concept of being invincible.
And it’s mine for the taking.
See you soon, soulmate.
Things are getting harder—for you and me, at least. On the other end, they seem to be getting better, although I don’t know how genuine they really are.
I know you’re going soon, and I know that I wouldn’t have been able to see you much anyway, but of course it’s better if you’re still in the same country.
I’ll wait for you, forever if need be, and I know you’ll do the same.
I wish, though, that promises would ease the missing, and the loneliness.
Soon, though, very soon. Just keep your eye on the horizon, and I’ll see you soon, soulmate.
In the not-too-distant future.
Goals for this summer:
- Learn the entire Viva La Vida Or Death and All His Friends songbook for piano.
- Write.
- Read.
- Discover new music, and lots of it.
- Get some fresh air; take it easy.
- Fix some things.
No doubt, more will demand my attention.
Today, tomorrow, maybe never.
I just realized that I can’t win.
"How many special people change? How many lives are living strange?"
Oasis, Champagne Supernova
A little out of place.
I realized that I haven’t once played the piano today.
It’s funny when you realize what was out of place, only to also realize that that was not what was missing.
Love makes the world go ‘round.
Some people don’t seem to know what love is. And it’s such a wonder that such a thing could happen—I mean, love is the most natural thing in the world.
It’s a shame. I really pity them.
… I need to get out of here.
And we all fall down.
Fighting fire with fire makes the whole thing burn down.
But for some reason, some of us like fire.
Who knows anymore?
It seems to me sometimes that even those closest to you repeatedly try to take you down, keeping you from something that works perfectly for you, but apparently isn’t working for them. Would you call that selfish? Here is something that makes you so incredibly happy, but for some reason, that’s not something that they want you to be taking time for. It completely throws the whole concept of “Whatever makes you happy” out the window.
Maybe I’m wrong, but I thought that your loved ones are supposed to be the ones looking out for you, ensuring your happiness.
But maybe they’re just there to tear you down.
Who knows? I’m certainly getting no answers.
