Sunday, September 24, 2006

...More like the girl I seem

Tonight, I went to the theater and saw the Illusionist. I really liked it. I don't really have much to say other than... you should see it.

I love going to the show. I realized how inspired I become while watching a movie on the big screen. Or even at home if it's really good.
Like slipping thru a little tear in reality... Looking at life thru someone else's eyes. What an amazing feeling. It's the same feeling I get when I take a picture or write or try to paint. Pretty much as good as being in love. Or, those times you're praying to God and you feel like he's on the other side of the table sipping coffee with you.
Whatever gives you that feeling... I hope you find it often.

In other news, I think I'm getting to the better side of dealing with the anger I mentioned earlier. When I do feel it, I think of how good letting go feels. Every feeling aside, I know I'm better off. I hate having regrets. I also hate the decision I made. Yes, I learned from it. But, I don't think I needed to go thru that again. Maybe I did, I don't know. I just feel used by it all. I'm sure you're tired of hearing about it... I write about it now b/c soon, I won't have a thing to say about it.
I have express this - I know why I never liked his writing... b/c it didn't come from the place it's suppposed to come from. It was farce. It doesn't bother me now that those words were just that, words. It bothers me more that he took writing and music and creativity for granted. Respect it, don't betray it. Be real. That may sound a little strange if you don't understand what I mean... I apologize if it's not coming out right.

It does feel good to finally let it go.

So, we're saying good-bye to Summer. Sweet, sweet Summer.
There's nothing like Summer. Warm air, the way the sun shines thru the windows in the morning, fresh-cut grass. Mmm.
But Autumn. The Fall. I love it. The wine-colored leaves, the fresh cool air, walks in the evenings, hot chocolate, wearing sweaters and fleeces, etc.
Welcome, Fall.
Anyhoo - thanks for letting me talk. My throat hurts, so I'm gonna go now.

P.s. I just got the coolest shirt. It's navy blue with little orange-ish musical intruments on it. And when I got home, I realized it says 'music happens' on the back! Sweet.

1 comment:

taliendo said...

I won't pretend to know the intimate details of what you're talking about, but I will say this: it sounds to me like you're healing, and sometimes that can be the hardest part. I think that oftentimes we cling to the pain (afterwards) as long was we cling to the love -- and that can be very damamging too.

glad to hear (read) lighter thoughts from you. :) Hope you have fun this weekend at Tall Stacks -- bring back some pics for here and the Orchard!