Thursday, December 20, 2012

Paris is where I found my soul

I thought I was always in Paris. That I was just a natural born Paris citizen.
But it wasn't until I realized I was just a lost body in this city, when I found my soul in Paris.
Day one of finding Paris was exciting, It was like I was waking up from a long hibernation and ready to feast.
I wanted to explore every part of Paris, go to the sites i'd never seen before, or walk the paths I didn't usually take. But with this goal came a price.
A price that made me take a step back, and breathe in what I just saw. Because what I wanted was to be so immersed in Paris that I bled Paris, I spoke Paris, and everything about me was Paris. And to become full Paris you need to forget everything you've ever been told in school, everything everyone has ever told you about Paris, and you just need to live Paris.
What I wanted was change. I wanted to change everything I thought I knew about Paris, and start over.
And because I have gone so far into Paris, Paris can never come out of me. I can never leave, it will always be a part of who I am. Because Paris is where I found my soul, and I don't plan on giving it back.

Saturday, December 8, 2012

when did freak become an insult?

Sometimes when i'm sad I  put on an essential oil instead of taking pills.
I don't like Microwaves, i think they kill everything good.
I think Ipods self destruct every time a new generation comes out.
I believe you can control what influences your body and what doesn't. It's called agency for a reason, we get to choose.
I think I can do anything I want. Sometimes I think I can fly, but then God says "not yet."
I like to blame parents for peoples problems. But I vomit at the idea of my Saint parents raising a Hellian like me. It's not possible for my parents. But it is for everyone else.
I think we play the victim in this world too much and it's time to be a Warrior and take responsibility for our cuss and move on.
I worship God. Not religion. But I go to church because GOD tells me I need the benefits there.
I think my body hold physical energy and that I can read that energy.
I believe in Chakras, Auras, and Chi because I can feel them. And if I said I didn't believe, i'd be lying to myself.
I like to learn from Animals because I think they cross the street in front of my headlights and just stare because they are trying to tell me something.
I think Marijuana should legal because it's not the Marijuana that's addicting. It's the escape it gives you that keeps you going back. Stop fixing the symptoms and heal the disease.
I wanted Ron Paul for president. I don't think he's crazy.
    This is me. These are my opinions I don't express because human confrontation makes me feel aged. But this is the freak who's best friend at school  is Sue. And this is the freak that spins in her room for fun. I'm the freak. and this is me. ?

Saturday, December 1, 2012

Dear Day Dreamer

I received an interesting letter the other day. It wasn't like most other letters. This one didn't come on paper and it wasn't written in ink. My letter's canvas was the sky, and the ink was the clouds. My letter started like this.
"Hey, I know you like to look up here, so I knew if I had to tell you something, the only way to talk was through looking up. Because I know you never look down. You never look down at me. But I'm here. Being wasted away. 

Listen Day Dreamer, we need to talk. There's some things I need to let out of my soul. First off, you're making me weak, if I go this long without being used I'll crumble, I'll forget what my purpose is. I NEED A PURPOSE. Second of all, stop suffocating me, these double layered body bags you put on me are killing my ability to breath, to feel. Lastly, get your head out of the clouds, and come down to my level. See the trees roots not the branches because you need to focus on the beginning don't dwell on the end. Come down to my level and feel the earth, the dirt, the insects, the leaves, feel the living energy around you, stop staring at the energy you can't touch. Day Dreamer you're turning into a reservoir  you have dirty water inside you; not moving, not changing, just waiting. Please move again, I don't want to turn into a dying bottom dweller. Move Day Dreamer.
Sincerely 
You're Feet"