quite a long time since i last attempted to rhyme something. In my previous word waterfalls, I would put rhymes in my rantings ever so often, it became just so simple, seamless. Partly because I used to listen to rap so often (Linkin Park mainly because they still got a little tune and keyboard going on) that everything I ended up typing or saying just became twirled and twisted into a rhyme.
But now I hardly do any of that. It seems like the magic dust in my soul has been scattered so far out into the universe I can't remember who I used to be, what I used to love. I know I don't want to be the exact same person as before, that would be terrible! Character development being all important and whatnot. I just took too long to find myself, and kept changing and kept going down this yellow brick road and that... and still I haven't found the golden key to the kingdom of my heart. I just want back the parts of me that believed in drawing and painting and trees and sunshine and little mice families smiling happily at the dinner table with honey and cheese and berries bursting with the life of the Earth.
I just need to have that part of me back, that younger, more carefree and imaginative me. Not this concrete-headed inflexible pens and notes me...
Even at this point of my life, I'm neither a scientist nor an artist nor a bookworm nor a musician a nerd or geek...
but it's okay. All I want to be is that pony with rainbow hair, or that sparkly-skinned silver-haired mare.
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