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19 May 2031 @ 01:33 am
telsa coil (thanks to vicious photobucket)

i believe in little rooms, like jack and meg once said. and how sometimes you have to go in your little room to remember who you are.

and so you put pen to paper and fingers to keyboard and give it a go. and it's just you and your words, and this big empty room. and then you find others and they find you, and their words and your words run about and hold hands, and everything is so simple and complicated and complicated and simple, that you can't help but smile and smile and smile.

and so i'm still smiling. it's just that i find it easier to write when i pretend there's no one around at all. for it's when no one's looking, that we're free to be ourselves--to act as we've always acted and to think as we've always thought. it's an illusion, and nothing more--a tip of the magician hat and a clever wink, to show that secrets are implied.

the whole world is a little room.
jack and meg and zebra (thanks to vicious photobucket)

i write a lot about nothing. i belive in everday magic. i hope you have a fantastically wonderful octopus kind of day.
where i can be found: at the park, with goggles in hand
Current Mood: okayokay
Current Music: Little Room--The White Stripes
deadskie13deadskie13 on January 15th, 2011 06:56 am (UTC)
I'm very sorry to hear your mom is in such a state, too. Poor health and everything. It's something horrible to go through, truly. Just seeing those you care about most in such a position.

I don't know. It just seems with how things have gone, I'm on this dangerous brink of either being really okay, or really not--and it doesn't take much to tip into either direction. And so I've found it best to proceed with caution.

Oh, is okay! I just meant that if at some point in time you should need someone to talk to or listen and such, you know where to find me. :)