Where wild minds come to rest
Yeah, it's really, really hard to pay attention.
Well not really.
I do feel like I'm permanently parenting my persona.
"I don't wanna write, I wanna go on facebook!"
"You hate facebook. You feel horribly alone and bored after 20 minutes on it!"
I want my life to be a solid state of meaning
off of my butt to get past just scheming
demeaning my efforts as I try to glide
on the jet streams and currents up in sound-sky
My only hope is to develop patience and focus. I have a ruthless self-editor, but that can become a source of strength if I learn to streamlines the mediation process abit. (Mind to paper)
Paper is a state of being, it's somewhere between dream and reality. I want to make my writing mean more, to more people. I'm aware I personally judge others attempts at poetry and writing fairly harshly. (in my head) Most of that stemming from the small praises and approvals they get from friends I wish I had. (That is, people I havn't tried hard enough to be social with)