i want so much to write! i feel like i'm floating around in bits of imagery and verse with no way of communicating what they mean. i'm swimming around in other people's poetry and more or less failing at writing it myself.
i would so much like to make art. i can't believe i have to wait almost an entire year before i can stop thinking about things like math and chemistry and just start existing in clouds of imagery and symbolism and interpretation and new mediums. i suppose there are always pre-college programs... in italy?
you: i feel like dirt. no, actually, you feel like dirt. your profundity is dirt and talking with you is EXACTLY like throwing stones into a shallow pool. for once, i actually said precisely what i wanted to say. it's like throwing stones and expecting the satisfaction of them sinking, but instead only getting noise and superficial splashes of water. don't give yourself so much credit.
i would so much like to make art. i can't believe i have to wait almost an entire year before i can stop thinking about things like math and chemistry and just start existing in clouds of imagery and symbolism and interpretation and new mediums. i suppose there are always pre-college programs... in italy?
you: i feel like dirt. no, actually, you feel like dirt. your profundity is dirt and talking with you is EXACTLY like throwing stones into a shallow pool. for once, i actually said precisely what i wanted to say. it's like throwing stones and expecting the satisfaction of them sinking, but instead only getting noise and superficial splashes of water. don't give yourself so much credit.
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