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=) in freeblk at the moment. feeling relaxed and content. =) except for Queen's. =( working on journalism articles that are quite overdue. but its all good. 59 days left of school ^^ it smells good... seasons always smell delicious. especially inbetween, when they're changing. reminds me of the sweetness of fresh grass. it always smells like that, regardless of the season its going into. but in spring its always fresher. summer its hazier, autumn its crispy and winter... well... i think in winter the smell of grass is cold. and sharp? some things in life you just can't put words to, no matter how good your vocabulary becomes. =/ what am i feeling today? i don't actually know... its just one of those days where...im looking i guess. thats why its so much like summer. summer's the month of searching. of discovering.. sometimes i don't always like the answers, but they're there nevertheless. and acceptance is always just...that much easier. not quite sure what im writing... my mind's rambling like always. but that's why its so wonderful to think. no one criticizes your thoughts when they're in your head. i think my happy meter is quite full. more of a quiet satisfaction. just me and my music. i like it when the world's on mute. and im left to myself. just me and my thoughts. watching the scenes unfold. gives me the urge to smile.. wondering if its good enough... if this is good enough for me. i wouldn't want to ever lose my eyes... they help me understand so much. i love the fact that i know what blue is. that i can trace flower petals with my vision. its a beautiful place to be... this place. maybe this my greatest form of praise...that i can give. when im silent because nothing i say can describe, depict or paint what i see. maybe this is the only time when im fully awed...fully content...fully...full. =) and i guess i wouldn't trade my mind for anything else. this mind that belongs to me... slipped only when thoughts flow from my fingertips.. no i wouldn't give anything.. and the dreams that i hold on to, the things that i secretly want... that i long after... they all pale by comparison to what i already have. and they aren't me. so i immerse myself in a wave of thoughts so secret and precious that even i won't let myself know. |