i'm going to try something. writing really late at night and seeing what i think of it in the morning, then i'll post it. maybe even add more to it once i'm awake. why does the truth come out at night; it is pitch black. does darkness seem to take in all your secrets like a black hole, so it seems safe to say them outloud? telling the boy now, all the thoughts that were racing through your head in daylight...but now your brain is slow, blinking, heavy breathing, simple things...the words seem so easy now to say. it's a hard concept..but just think, wherever you are, late at night..at a moldy hotel 6 backed up against the wall on a bed, laying outside under the stars, or just sitting at your computer typing mindlessly, you can say whatever you want and think about everything because your tired, your brain is in a transe...on the verge of sleeping, breathe in and out. once you can let your body go, your mind follows fearless. like a monster in a closet, it only comes out when the sun goes down.i've noticed lately that i can't shut up. my mom tells me to do something and i have to say what i think...she won't listen, even if i yell, i just need to be heard. how can i be passive about some things and then want to scream out loud at other things? all i know is my "attitude" seems to be getting me in trouble. maybe i'm tired of just listening. so i just keep on talking.
- crossroads
- broken glass
- sweet perfume
- words that seem to work
why does the moon shine night and day, but the sun sets? don't go scientific..just why is the moon up in daylight...something that glows at night hearing all your secrets..is still faintly there in daylight, when you wake up.
blah.bed.for now.short and sweet.never would have thought i could be that way.2nd post i said i was never short and sweet.
now that i look back on everything i wrote, something has changed
goodnight
good morning...i guess i was pretty awake, or sane last night..because nothing i wrote seems too "out there"..but maybe night or day, my thoughts are still the same..i care how i say them and want them out there naked.(used to use that word ''naked" and "undressing my thoughts" a lot) maybe i should let go more, not care..and let the true monster come out of the closet.
i guess why i have the title "bulletproof" is it just seems like a cool word, and the meaning might be that sometimes we feel like nothing can stop us, or maybe being bulletproof is like taking a bullet but not letting it brake you. I took a chance, I took a shot And you might think i'm bulletproof, but i'm not. and sometimes the shot kills you.
i dont really like this post, the words are off, the stupid bullets make it double spaced when i hit enter..but whatever for once i'm not going to care if what i say is typed the right way.so here i go, publish post.
