Life at a Glace
For some reason I feel my life is having phases of good and bad, often times it feels bad. But... what it seems like is other peoples emotions make me feel succumbed to manifest my own emotions in a particular way. Which should in no way be the truth...
On a lighter note, for every emotion I feel I could reverberate a song into the world from said emotion. All those songs: soliloquies put into proper notation with rhyme and rhythm. My heart beats with my flowing emotions, from every crevice of my person to the inner thoughts of my spirits I can feel anew from the stroke of my pen.
Friends stay the same as well as my family. certain peoples feeling dawdle on my own mind, wondering if they'll ever change from their own ignorance, a dearth of experience if you will. One's feelings should not be set on a weeks worth of time, taking their own emotion for granted... similar to a child at play thinking he'll never have to grow up. And other friends staying the same true selves they will always be, and some being deceased: remaining in our hearts.
Feeling as though everything I hoped to be had crumbed from some peoples newly formed memories, they now fade to black. Pushing every part of anamnesis through their mind to bleed out their past. They seem willing to forget everything for just one incident, and the feelings I miss... I had grown accustomed to the though of newly formed friendships. I can't trust this feeling.
Now I feel like I can't type. So I need to catch up on my sleep.