Eloquence at its Worst

Sun, 08/16/2009 - 23:47 — Megan

Lookin so clean with your expensive clothes. Lost amid the scent of $. Don't know what to do with myself here. Used to feel the need to obtain sophistication...social grace some call it. Wanted to be viewed above what I thought I was. Now I know I've been floating all along...it's about enjoying the ride. No need for landing. My mind is beyond the world that has constricted me...my feet, once firmly planted, want nothing more than to join my dreams in the stars...sailing past the normalities of civilized living.

So.

Yes I'm obnoxious.

Keep on Smilin'

Sun, 08/16/2009 - 23:44 — Megan

People come and go throughout our lives. Memories flood my conscious mind at sporadic intervals...and I often am debilitated...if only momentarilly. Sometimes the tug of the past is impsible to fight.....so I let my mind float upon tumultuous seas of heartache and elation.

The devastation with which I've lived parts of my past still creeps its way into my thoughts every now and again, and its hell forcing it back into its slumber...but I always manage.

Sorrow will forever persist, but my desire for happiness brings tomorrow's achievements.

Only in Dreams

Sun, 08/16/2009 - 23:41 — Megan

"Only in dreams do we hear the speech of our minds unguarded, blatant, emerged from the folds of a day's curtained existence..."

And so came the words, flooding through my head in the middle of the night...seemingly out of nowhere...I felt the need to write it down so I wouldn't lose it as a dream itself.

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