October 29th, 2007
Current mood:Sentimental
Category: Life
Eventually there comes a day when you walk into the house that you grew up in, and it all looks so different. Nothing is familiar anymore... it's like someones trying to emulate that place that you once knew so well. The people that are there seem to be caught in some cyclical routine, finding themselves wondering how it all came to this.
I walked into my home the other day.
I felt as though I had walked into an episode of the twilight zone... or a deleted scene from "Running With Scissors".
Somehow it had turned into a place of dreams smouldered where sanity was proven to be only a figment of your imagination.
Everything was completely turned topsy turvy. Not physically though. It may have been a little prettier if it was just a physical sense.
I can't really write about what happens. It's what happens to anyone at the wind-down of their life.
The wind down of your life. That sentence pains me to even say. It's one of those unspoken lines that's censored out for the veiwers sake... a terrible reality that no one wants to face in their life. Escpecially the ones who love you. The ones who have to be alive when you're gone.
I think that once people no longer feel at home where they grew up, they're forced to start all over. Make a home for themselves. Kind of like what they talked about in "Garden State".
All the hallways of the house have shrunk. Or maybe I've grown. All the stairways aren't so tall anymore... and the space that you move in slowly disappears. Where you once ran around freely, now is a space that consumes you.
Somehow it had turned into a place of dreams smouldered where sanity was proven to be only a figment of your imagination.
Everything was completely turned topsy turvy. Not physically though. It may have been a little prettier if it was just a physical sense.
I can't really write about what happens. It's what happens to anyone at the wind-down of their life.
The wind down of your life. That sentence pains me to even say. It's one of those unspoken lines that's censored out for the veiwers sake... a terrible reality that no one wants to face in their life. Escpecially the ones who love you. The ones who have to be alive when you're gone.
I think that once people no longer feel at home where they grew up, they're forced to start all over. Make a home for themselves. Kind of like what they talked about in "Garden State".
All the hallways of the house have shrunk. Or maybe I've grown. All the stairways aren't so tall anymore... and the space that you move in slowly disappears. Where you once ran around freely, now is a space that consumes you.
I had the happiest childhood of anyone I know.
Sure things were different. Maybe that's why I'm different. But it's only now looking back on those days that seem to be not so long ago, that I realize this is it. This is life.
I think that when times get hard I actually find myself feeling better about things. Because those are the times that I feel. And the times that I feel are the times that I feel most alive.
Sure things were different. Maybe that's why I'm different. But it's only now looking back on those days that seem to be not so long ago, that I realize this is it. This is life.
I think that when times get hard I actually find myself feeling better about things. Because those are the times that I feel. And the times that I feel are the times that I feel most alive.
| Currently listening: Colour the Small One By Sia Release date: 10 January, 2006 |
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