divine5intervention

there have been too many unfair things happening lately I think the Universe wants me to be mundane and to settle for whatever is just available again. I can't go chasing after the big, bad, beautiful things because I'll always be let down.

I've been working on a Feature Writing class assignment that entails coming up with a list of the most beautiful people in my school. Having to mull over the perfections of other people can get to you if you're PMS-ing and feeling absolutely ugly about yourself; on other days I can say that it wouldn't be too much to handle. I think I'm feeling worse though because I don't think I've been keeping my soul in its best possible state. This week was pretty slow and contemplative, confrontational on certain levels, and I was unable to muster up enough courage and strength to overcome all of the demons who paid a visit. Now they're crowding up the

I wonder why I'm writing now: I find no coherent goal for which I should, but I simply must. I have a romance in a little boat paddling across the ocean of my heart: the vagabonds on board don't think they matter, think I don't feel their tiny efforts, the light weight of their loftiness against my waves, but they do and now I must write about them. I must write about this. I've been given reason to hope again, and I hate it. I'm listening to a song that tells me this is bad news, yes, baby, bad news bad news bad news. I struggle to find poetry around the situation, to find depth in it -- but the truth is that I put myself in another fantasy