Some Thoughts

I just refound my creative writing blog and am thrown into so many emotions I have long since forgotten.

I was talking to an old friend last night. Its funny how after all these years, some things still ring similar. Its almost as if no matter how far you float, the world is still so small.

I think after reading all this old poetry, I want to start writing again. I miss having that expression and I'm sick of going through my days with no creative release. Even photography doesn't do it anymore; for some reason I'd rather crawl through the ruins then capture them.

Its getting warm again and hopefully that means the outdoors will at least save me from this house. I'm so pent up from a long winter that I curse every April day when its pouring.

I really want to start getting into graffiti, even if its just jumbled words on some wall that I doubt anyone else will see. Maybe I'll start buying canvases, taking away the fun of the illegality, but making it more easily assessable so I'm not so constantly frustrated with no release.

I've been thinking a lot lately about going away to school, and the implications of being a college student. At a recent open house, my mother questioned parties on campus, as if my moralities would somehow disappear as soon as I realize there's a kegger nearby. I realized that I'm past any point in my life where that would be appealing. As soon as I got into my accident, I realized it wasn't worth missing life constantly because being in another state of consciousness is more appealing. I love my life and I want to live every minute of it. Also considering I've already made the step in becoming a vegetarian, why would I destroy my body senselessly with mind altering nonsense? I want to stay healthy and live healthy; my liver's already sustained enough abuse. (Kind of considering calling myself Straight-Edge, but not sure if I want to deal with the "gang related" implications, slash the fact that it took me a long time of careful though to come to this conclusion).