Can somebody tell me if the rumors are true? Can you actually listen to your heart? Like, is there actually some sort of feeling, a voice maybe, that tells you what the right thing to do is? Because all of my options just always feel equally questionable. What the hell does my heart know, anyway? Just some red thing thumping around in my chest, is it supposed to be a metaphor? Is my brain functioning on some higher level frequency that picks up some other energy than I have the capacity to render and understand? What the fuck is this thing that you call a ‘gut feeling’? How am I supposed to listen to something that also convinces me I want tacos at 3am? It’s definitely made some bad choices there????
Can somebody give me the damn answers already this isn’t funny anymore?????
I’m probably just being daft or dramatic or at the very least, simple but do you ever just crave commotion? I mean, the kind you wake up to when you have friends staying over. Coffee is already going, maybe you’re nursing a hangover and as soon as you walk in, have to face some witty banter that you know roots from a place of love?
“Good morning! Or should I say afternoon?”
I even crave the sweet ridden emotions that people feel for one another but are too reserved to blurt out. Simple high school crushes, love triangles, a good old ‘who dun it’.
I just feel so…odd…like everything is planned out but it only seems that way when I have too much time to think about it. Commotion makes me feel out of sync, spontaneous…hard to predict. I have energy and adrenaline running through my veins that are calling the shots, I strive to stay in beat with the constant humming of words, keys clicking, feet thumping…why can’t I feel something without questioning it? I would make a lousy philosopher
whenever you’re driving me home I’m always trying to come up with reasons to spend an extra couple of seconds together
Time, time, time…we’re all competing with time. Not enough of it to sleep. Not enough of it to finish. Not enough of it to succeed. I hate running out of time.
