whatareyou

the eerieness is not in the content i feel; rather the time-space in which it occurs. i feel like i've been here before - in a very uncanny way. i was just here - and now i'm retelling the memory. i am the narrator and i hear my own voice; the images are slowly happening before me, at once. however, something is different. hence the uncanny. every other detail is constant and you wonder how the removal of one variable from all moments failed to incite, something! everyone truman show acted like nothing had changed. but she did notice something, yes! yes....

she did!

how could she not?

it was the same glazed look from His eyes. even He couldn't hide this fact. the rest of the universe couldn't keep that dirty secret. didn't want to either.

this song is about a guy with an alcoholic dad and a weepy mama. i would believe it. in my heart of hearts. how can a human who is nervous, with fluttery butterflies in his stomach and dreams in his heart and awareness and mindfulness and the ability and opportunity to love and and and fall away from this bonding? the banter is the best part[y]. i am wary of people who like it, but i am even more wary of the squirrel who does not prepare for winter. while the other furry beings furrow and dig and work and sweat i ask; what does he know? and more importantly who told him?

the truth is: i know i am supposed to find love very soon. the gypsy from la ciotat was authentic. sometimes i think cynthia plays her eyes. because her energy is as strong.

for my own sake, i need to end this on positive note. so i will say two more things.
negative: rly a SR!!?
positive: u got 2 feel bad 2 know good.

a guatemalan girl of 23 is more wise than i ever hope to be. love is blind, but you don't need to see in order to navigate the relevant wavelengths people. music, brains, and touch. and respect. but that's obvious. that's love. onward!