I can feel the planets at work

Have faith that the universe will line things up for you, and everything will fall in place. It will work out

And as impatient as I am, I am trying my best. My faith is connected to the body, to the heart that pumps and pulls, latches and drags onto every vein, every nerve, every ounce of signifying calm or pressure. And every thought rushes through me completely, stopping to only make me nauseous, to cause my head to spin and make me weaker in the knees.

If I am so strong, if I know that the above symmetry will happen, then why do I feel myself slipping to the ground?

An easy conversation to resolve. And the basic point of love is progression, to nurture and watch it grow (plant towards the sun, right?) I'm taking it all in, and if this is the way the universe falls, then I will not stand in the way.

Gotta keep my muscles goin', y'know?

[Feedback in the Field- Plants and Animals]

When I'm by myself, I can be myself

I've been in one of those "rewrite the same blog" phases for a week now. Perhaps longer, since it's been practically a month since I've written anything here.

But I've lived in monotony- woke up, worked, went home, ate, visited, slept. Rinse and repeat, an old rag torn to bits, starting at the corners or seams to work itself to the middle.

I began the original blog by saying "I am not the expectation type". I then began another, saying "I admit that I fall for people". I explained through coded monologue what my life has been, how I've come to these conclusions. I then deleted everything, only to be left with this slight edge of mind.

Perhaps I hold onto a memory for too long. But this summer has left me knowing that I can leave all of that behind, because some memories are not as important to people. I am told to let go, and I will do just that.


[Empty Room- Arcade Fire]