Tuesday, October 9, 2012

A little vacation, a little inspiration.

The poop shoot has filled and I've brushed off all the shit and emptied the garbage. It'd be a tragedy to let myself lead the life I am in Vegas. It's been 'step on me here' and 'leave my heart there' and every sad song on repeat. Last night I sang like I should have been singing all this time... 25. Lessons like algebra that I have taken more than twice, yet the 20's are made for making mistakes. I have been refusing to learn which brings me to the saying I hate the most, "laugh like you've never cried, love like you've never been hurt." Though we try to go through life as though we haven't been judged, mistreated, broken, miserable, dead inside or hungry... I'm eating now. More things in love need to be taken less seriously. I can repeat this in my head as much as possible and still have a hard time believing. It's gonna be scary the moment I believe in myself.

All dreams aside, I'm going to go back to taking every opportunity that invokes any and all my loves. For movies, dancing, singing and stand up. One day my story will involve all of these things because I can't do it all, but I can do all I can to do what I want.

My ending for today is this; I want a love story, a love to write about, a love to keep secret for myself to figure out and there will be nothing tragic about it. Just a love story, not just a story.