Field of Innocence
Evanescence
Field of Innocence
Evanescence
January 2012
UGH.. I hate that I have no plans for the new years eve night.. I mean, my family is getting together for a dinner/wine-drinking party. Brown families are loud and energetic.. especially mine. I love them, I really do, but I sure would like to not spend the new years eve with them. It’s like once the get-together commences.. the men are sitting around talking about politics and Cricket. The women are usually sitting around the dinner table and gossiping about things that are not relevant to the kids or an angsty teenager such as myself.
I reallly would like to go to Cafe Istanbul and smoke hookah and chillax to awesome music and be with my friends. Too bad, all my friends have something to do tonight.. Or at least that’s what I’m assuming, since they haven’t called or texted me. -sighs-
SO SO BORED! >.<
December 2011
“I like drinking coffee alone and reading alone. I like riding the bus alone and walking home alone; it gives me time to think and set my mind free. I like eating alone and listening to music alone, but when I see a mother with her child, a girl with her lover, or a friend laughing with their best friend, I realize that even though I like being alone, I don’t fancy being lonely. The sky is beautiful, but the people are sad. I just need someone who won’t run away.”
—(via selfinspiration)
vomiting some thoughts
Sometimes I find myself wondering what it would be like to be with you. I know, I know I’m only putting myself through unnecessary pain by brooding over something that will never happen, but I’m not complaining about it. It’s not the kind of pain where it hurts internally, it’s the kind where I’ve gotten very comfortable with its existence. I’m only human, though. So just humor me until the end of this note, okay?
This is what we’d do. We’d drink cheap wine and talk about every possible thing in this universe. We’d wander around town and do things we once just wished we could. Drive-ins, coffee houses, art galleries, and picnics by the lake would practically define the weekends we’d chill together. On the rainy nights, we wouldn’t be the stuck-up souls and praise nature from inside a gazebo, instead we’d be children again and be covered in puddles.
And all of these things are done within the confines of my mind. They, in some ways, serve as an inspiration to my art, my written thoughts, the way I let myself wander in dreams that only exist to be dreamed and not lived. This is 25% of how I’ve sculpted myself to be so far, but trust me.. there’s much more editing and embellishing to be done. There’s much more to come, and when I’m done, my life will be my best artwork yet. Till then, keep reading about my progress. Ciao.
