Welcome. The blog your currently looking at will be a summery of my experience through college. I am a depressed person hiding behind the face of a happy, excited individual who is very involved with school. Join me on my adventure, But i asure you, Dont forget to wear a mask.
Sunday, January 26, 2014
im not gone just thinking..
So I will quickly say that im going to be on a short hiatus.. sorry for that
Monday, January 13, 2014
Finding, Creating Life That Was Lost But Somehow Found 1.13.13
Life isn't about finding yourself..
Life is about creating yourself..
Come to think of it I'm not entirely sure where i lost myself..
Maybe it was in those 8 hours of class time back in lower years of school..
Or while wandering my college campus trying to find some semblance of why i was there..
In beds of the old friends who i no longer know the whereabouts of..
Was it in everything lost and forgotten?
Perhaps in words and friendly exchanges..
Greeting and Goodbyes..
Did I lose myself somewhere along those roads walked on late nights..
To places with people whose faces I won't recall in future text..
Did i leave myself behind in books and shows or at the cinema?
In lonely coffee shops?
Or in crowed places of space?
Or maybe it was in the ticking of clocks
and the counting of time just waiting for any chance of better times that never came..
Come to think of it..
I'm not entirely sure where I lost myself..
I'm not entirely sure I ever had myself..
Maybe all these places
are where I've created myself..
-inspired by the anonymous and the unknown
Life is about creating yourself..
Come to think of it I'm not entirely sure where i lost myself..
Maybe it was in those 8 hours of class time back in lower years of school..
Or while wandering my college campus trying to find some semblance of why i was there..
In beds of the old friends who i no longer know the whereabouts of..
Was it in everything lost and forgotten?
Perhaps in words and friendly exchanges..
Greeting and Goodbyes..
Did I lose myself somewhere along those roads walked on late nights..
To places with people whose faces I won't recall in future text..
Did i leave myself behind in books and shows or at the cinema?
In lonely coffee shops?
Or in crowed places of space?
Or maybe it was in the ticking of clocks
and the counting of time just waiting for any chance of better times that never came..
Come to think of it..
I'm not entirely sure where I lost myself..
I'm not entirely sure I ever had myself..
Maybe all these places
are where I've created myself..
-inspired by the anonymous and the unknown
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