what is it with rain?
[may 01 2006, 22:21]
i just realized why i like writing so much. i don't really care if it's movie scripts, lyrics or stories i write.
i realized that i like being in control, that i'm the one who decides who lives or dies, that i'm the one who decides whether he gets the girl or whether he dies in a car crash. i'm the one who decides.
i've always felt that i've been the guy in the supporting role, the stuntman, the stand-in. there's someone making a movie about other people and i'm one of the guys that reacts to 'background action'.
well, at least that's what i'm bound to believe in. perhaps it's a lot more complicated than that and i actually influence myself because i, somewhere deep down, believe in something like that, that i limit myself to the point where this idea turns into a self-fulfilling prophecy...
ah, too much talk right now.
go out, enjoy the rain (and not only because it sweeps the little flower things away that always make me sneeze like a group of cheerleaders watching titanic [or perhaps me watching titanic, if i ever came around to watching it {but this is quite a different story for a different occasion}] but because it feels good to have it on your face, in your eyes, in your heart) and get up tomorrow at 5:00 for school.
background action please.
charon
i realized that i like being in control, that i'm the one who decides who lives or dies, that i'm the one who decides whether he gets the girl or whether he dies in a car crash. i'm the one who decides.
i've always felt that i've been the guy in the supporting role, the stuntman, the stand-in. there's someone making a movie about other people and i'm one of the guys that reacts to 'background action'.
well, at least that's what i'm bound to believe in. perhaps it's a lot more complicated than that and i actually influence myself because i, somewhere deep down, believe in something like that, that i limit myself to the point where this idea turns into a self-fulfilling prophecy...
ah, too much talk right now.
go out, enjoy the rain (and not only because it sweeps the little flower things away that always make me sneeze like a group of cheerleaders watching titanic [or perhaps me watching titanic, if i ever came around to watching it {but this is quite a different story for a different occasion}] but because it feels good to have it on your face, in your eyes, in your heart) and get up tomorrow at 5:00 for school.
background action please.
charon