You know..?

Deep thought: If everyone on Earth went to sleep/woke up at the exact same time, we'd have world peace. Fo just a little while.

Tinier thought: Everything happens for a reason.

Quiet whispering: So why aren't you asleep yet?

MISSING - Courtney Bierman

Update: Courtney was found on July 8th, 2011. I've talked to her since then and she's safe, well, and maybe even happy. It's a good feeling, knowing that. I wanna thank everyone who watched this vid/passed it around. I feel like it made all the difference.







   Hey guys. I've got a favor to ask. Could you pass this vid along to everyone on your Facebook friends list? It's important.

    My friend Courtney ran away on July 1st and I, as well as countless other friends and family members, just want her home safe.

    Thanks. ♥

Theories

     "Everything is a theory until you've got substantial evidence. When you've got the evidence, you can go ahead and call it fact. But until then, your theory's empty words to me."


      It feels like everything interesting I've got to say takes form in a Facebook status, like that. It's funny, in a way. But in another way, it's just annoying. Why can't I think of anything good to say outside of the interwebs? Why's my brain on auto-pilot?


      I miss my muses...they kept me company. It's lonely in my head, without all the constant stream of story ideas. I'm living but I'm not alive. I know that line's over-used but it's how I feel right about now. How I've been feeling for the past few months. But hopefully, I can get back to what really matters: writing.


      Hopefully, putting pen to paper will thaw my heart and wandering brain. Seems like I can't focus on anything these days, I'm just a goldfish, swimming around my bowl and wondering what it's like outside the glass. Wish I knew...

Titleless 2.0

   
     School's down to the wire (two more days, twomoredays) and I really can't wait to get out of that place. I'm supposed to do be doing some major make-up work right now but I felt like this update was long over-due. So, here it is. And here I am, ranting about absolutely nothing.

     But I do have some good news! I've started getting back to writing, and even though it's at stupid hours of the night/early morning, it makes me way too happy. I miss the voices in my head...characters' voices, that is! I'm not that crazy, not that I know of anyway. Or am I?

     Well, I guess that clears things up. The truly insane don't stop to question if they're insane. The scary thing is, they think they're just like you and I. But who are you and what am I?

     Questions, questions...

      Does anyone have an answer for me?

Therapy Sessions

    Not literal therapy sessions, but metaphorical. Unless you consider writing therapeutic, and I do so..I don't really know, seems like I can't keep a cognitive thought in my head.
   
    I've got a new obsession, a sudden need to write lyrics, a forgotten and found love of Sharpies and snowglobes, and half a mind that's hell-bent on learning how to play the guitar.

    Feels like life's gone from winter to summer in three months' time, it's weird but I kind of like it. And maybe the weather will do me good and I'll thaw out a little, at least around the edges. Time to get back to real life, good books, hanging by the pool, and writing the day away. Can't wait, really, reallyy can't! (Technically, I'm capable, I just don't want to.)

    I don't know what this is, I'll let you decide. Happy reading, I'm either going back to http://trollbeadsuniverse.com/global/en-us wanting or headed off to REM dreaming. We'll see..


Therapy Sessions

The quiet to my loud,

The calm to my storm,

The everything to my empty.

And it’s here that I find you,

Or do you find me?

Nothing is ever rightsideup,

When spinning upsidedown,

Hanging on the edge of a cloud…

Let me get lost in sight, sound,

Everything imaginary.

Give me a taste of hard reality

Between ashes and cotton candy.

Opposite ends of the spectrum,

Knowing sound and hearing silence-

Shut up, you say.

 Listen.

Let me remember to forget,

You know I’m colorblind

In matters of memory,

It’s nothing, really.

And everything’s in perspective now,

The words I never say

Written all over your face.

Tread carefully,

Ink bleeds and glass glimmers,

Breaks.

     
   

Aha?

      This whole figuring-myself-out thing is kind of interesting, I think I like it. It's weird, I've been finding little bits and pieces of me in songs, in pictures, in lines from books.

      So, I think it's time for a writing update...I haven't written anything real in more than a week, it's really, reallyyy sad. But here's the latest scrap of maybe-brilliance:

      Trees

      Watch the mirror ripple, don't you make a move, now, don't you think about blinking or breathing, dear. Close your eyes and I'll close mine. There you have it, there it is. Endless, haunted eyes scanning the distant skyline. Wild locks of dark dirt and deeper chocolate. Nails, growing like weeds amongst the flowers of this imagination, this delusion, this reflection. Save these seeds of madness from taking over, reach out a hand and take mine. I always forget to remember that we're one in the same. Maybe I don't wanna see, maybe it's because you look more alive than me, eternally frozen and cold, just waiting for the next move. So what'll it be tomorrow? What was it yesterday? You remember, right? Funny, cause neither do I.
   

Inspiration at 3AM

      Yeah, so. This was randomness that came to at none other than 3 in the morning. And then I couldn't sleep for like..oh, maybe forty-five more minutes because that's what happens when I get an idea. They keep me up. >.<

      ANYWAY!

~

      I want to write your name on the walls in these halls, I want to scream this truth to the sky because hey, I'm alive aren't I? Well we're all just dying to find out, yes? Yes, we all want out, it's twisted and turning but if you make a sharp turn here, there's a fork in the road there that'll lead you to-

      Nevermind, I've never really been to that side of town, it's on the outskirts of everything I believe in..I'd draw you a map of this city and these crisscrossing thoughts if you'd take the time to watch ink bleeding across a tattered sky. Better than watching grass grow, that takes time, you know? The weeds in my imagination smother everything and I think-

      Wait, where was I again? Halls and walls and something about your name...I don't remember where I was going on that train but I think it's leading me somewhere new, hopefully a better and brighter "new", where I can soak up some sunlight instead of lying lifeless in these sleepless, Seattle-like rainy days. And hopefully, (if I choose hope over hate and hell-o there) I'll wander those halls and walls with you but we should learn to walk on water, first, it's just something I've always wanted to do. So run with me, we'll leave the crawling business for time and all the minutes we'd kill while kissing stars goodnight-

      But these things can wait a little while, just til I find a Sharpie and a wall or two...