he makes me want to regress to the days when i
was an impressionable young girl
and instead of being impressed with the thugs, ne’er-do-wells and the hopeless
i’d have been more deeply in tune with
the impressions
of him
more cognizant of the impact someone like him would have on my life
more aware that my choices would only stifle me and
trifle my life with
bitter snippets of
wrong answers
one of two weary dancers in a waltz long ended
dependent on misguided heartstrings
blindly leading the logically deprived and
striving for more from what’s so obviously
less
and it
brings me to a point where i’d like to regress
i’d like to re-address my conscience and processes of thought
reevaluate my preferences and circumstances wrought from
stillborn relationships
suggestions of anger management
passive-aggressive attacks and mutual respect massacres
snarls and glares replacing ghosts of a laughter that once was so abundant
because i’m sitting here relaxing after a good day’s work with “Without a Trace” on mute and John Mayer grooving on Grooveshark.com. i’ve always loved his song, “Gravity” but, for some strange reason, have never checked out any of his other stuff. weird, huh? lol. anyway, now that i AM checkin his other stuff (shout out to Craig Weaver!! ) i’m diggin quite a few of his songs.
here’s one that i’ve had on repeat for the past few days, lol.
when you listen to the words and think about what he’s singing about… think about what that feels like and even maybe reflect on a time when you yourself danced that dance… then you feeeeel the instrumentals as they seep into your spirit…
yeah…
ok… here’s another one
listen to that…
one thing i’ve noticed, watching these vids and listening to a lot of his stuff on Grooveshark.com, is that John Mayer is one hell of an entertainer. i’d definitely spend money to see him… if i happened to have money whenever he breezes through Philly, that is. lol.
*insert uncomfortable “writer’s block” moment*
i write because
sometimes i’m inspired and i want to capture a moment or a thought in a beautiful way
and that inspiration… well, there’s quite a few times when you’re not even really sure where it comes from and you find yourself….
yeah…
i don’t know what this is gonna be. i know what i want and what i’ve been dreaming of for… well, not that long, but long enough, i guess, to really focus on initiating some damn action, ya know?
ok…. i’m rambling and guess what?
i’m not even gonna read this before i click the button.
i will take the time out to insert little pixtahs n’stuff, though. lol. cuz i missed html on MySpace.com lol.
sometimes i write because i’m bored
i think that i think too much about my writing.
even when i’m working little snippets of “nothing” i’m reading and re-reading to be sure that i’ve crossed all my i’s and dotted all my t’s, ya know? i’m working on that, though… which is why i’m gon just let it fly. whatever comes to mind, is what i’ll write… maybe it’ll make sense later. lol.
ok… i’m gon go head and publish this puppy before i start editing myself…
it’s 2:19 am and i really should be asleep. i do have work in a few hours. i’ve always been a nocturnal type o’ gal, though, so this up late/up early stuff is nothing new for me.
so, i’m watching Law & Order – or it’s watching me – and listening to some tunes on grooveshark. thanks to a few friends on facebook, i discovered some new stuff… some good stuff
John Mayer’s “Slow Dancing in a Burning Room” is pretty hot… totally diggin it.
i miss these late night sessions of mine. i remember there was a time i’d have my music going, as it is now, and i’d find myself pulling creativity seemingly out of the air. i guess this is my attempt to get back to that. i know that i haven’t been focused on my writing… i haven’t placed it high enough on my list of priorities…
in essence, i’ve been letting it rot away
use it or lose it, right?
of course…
i don’t know where this blogspot is gonna take me. i do know, though, that i’ll never stray too far off the write path.
“Inside my empty bottle I was constructing a lighthouse while all the others were making ships.”