O_o; so ive decided to start up a blob to make use of this insomnia. ill just write whatever comes to mind with no real intended audience. maybe this blob will turn out to be just some random writings to myself. kinda like how its going right now. guess i could try a little harder to make a more decent blob.
ko so recently just got through the holidays. first time ive been around family and friends and not working since ive joined the navy. it was kinda nice kinda sad. i feel out of place a lot of times now a days. i dont really have a place that i want to be. its kinda stale. im a yellow balloon floating through twin typhoons. i just go with the flow not really caring what direction i go. good or bad i just end up wherever i end up and i dont really care too much either way. luckily for me though at least right now im not in a really bad place any more. maybe something amazing will happen.
i was reminded of dream i had a while ago. its about a crazy little boy who wanted to fly. all the other cool kids laughed at him and told him he couldnt fly. so the boy looks for the tallest building in the city. he stands at the very top looking down. a bird flys around and talks to the boy. bird asks boy “what cha doing up here little boy.” boy replies “im bout ta be like you and fly.” bird laughs and says “silly boy you cant be like me im impossible.” boy smiles and takes a step off the ledge. bird is panicked and says “whoa you crazy kid didnt you hear me. did i stutter.” boy replies “i heard you and yes you did stutter. you said im im possible right.” to the birds surprise the boy is flying. bird asks the boy how he is able to do that. boy says “im not really crazy i know i cant really fly but for a moment even if its just a second i feel like i can.” boy starts to fall. as he is about to hit the ground i wake up. my heart is racing and my shirt is wet from my sweat so i take off my shirt. it was all a dream i thought to myself. the bird lands on my shoulder and surprises me. i ask him what happened to the crazy little boy. bird tells me “he grew wings and flew.” bird grabs a mirror and holds it behind me and points to the mirror in front of me to show me the reflection of my back. i look at my back and see my wings. the end.
so yea this turned out to be a better first blob. i think writing is nice. helps just get random thoughts out. i want to try to write something at least twice a week. ill see how this goes. guess thats it for now. night night.
“Life’s not a bitch, life is a beautiful woman. You only call her a bitch because she won’t let you get that pussy. Maybe she didn’t feel y’all shared any similar interests? Or maybe you’re just an asshole who couldn’t sweet talk the princess.”
-Aesop Rock
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