||[Dec. 1st, 2012|03:55 am]
Chris E. Caldwell
i don't think im witty enough. sometimes i look at the brains of others and im terrified. that's what they're like? people are that smart? witty? impressive? iv'e been going on, over and over again, a specific event of my adolecence. 5th grade. i approached a group of girls sitting on a bench and they suggested i sit with them; i decline, on account of my own lack of worthiness. pretty stupid. what inspired that? what occured before the 5th grade that set this in motion?
i know many children across the world are too busy living to worry about the act of living.
next room over, britney spears blares. i feel like im 18, and in a way, i am. in this specific moment, what has changed?
how am i going to do this? how am i going to survive? i know i will, and i surmise that i should be excited about the prospect. however, i've never been the type to clutch the air and find presumptive gold. typically, i clutch the air to ensure i have it to breathe.
gracious for a platform. especially one that extends into my youth.
maitland can't find her glasses. she's drunk and can't find them. she is, therefore and especially, my person of the day.
i assume that my followers here have moved on from this platform, as i have. if you haven't, and you're reading this right now, go outside and kiss a leaf.