You know theres so many feelings out there, its difficult to pinpoint them all. But theres one in particular which i'd like to discuss - the feeling of absolute insanity, devotation, possible, unreal, and imaginable.
The feeling of being absorbed in your own little life, the existance of a life where your sort of perfection exists.
Its like your own movie... Someone crashes the window...its so fast you don't notice. You turn around to look, and have that air conditioning movie effect where your hair is flipped aside by the wind, and you have the intense look of knowing. You don't know why, but your safe. You know nothing bad is going to happen. The figure comes closer, and the light shreds upon him.
Its him. You know it, you don't know how, but you do.
Its Edward.
And THATS exactly what happens to me whenever I stare out the window in Maths class. I imagine Edward coming in, blowing the windows up, teacher and students running away, him slowly coming out and taking his hand out towards me, and I undoubtly put my hand in his.
Of course, somehow the teacher always ends up waking me up from my devoted day dream, and I am starled with a 'What does X mean?' kind of question, where I am like 'wtf is this shit?oh wait. reality.'
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This blog is pointless towards anybody who reads it, but means.. a bit to me. A bit of my uncaring soul.
Lmao, that was melo. No, no, i just enjoy writing a lot and it helps with my uploading mind of downloading new versions of EVERY single idea I have.
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