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I hate my voice.
I'm going to teach myself sign language.
No joke.
My soul is going through major change and upheaval. It's almost too much to bear. I'm trapped inside my head. I've been writing a ton, but most of it is rambly and poorly put together...hopefully it won't take too long to get past this and embrace rather than fear the enormity of what I feel.
One can always see, yet never actually reach touch the horizon. My philosophy teacher said that and the truth of it struck me.
I feel like peace of mind is a beautiful horizon. No matter how fast or how far I run in attempts to catch it, it's always visable yet out of reach. Always beautiful and untouchable, no matter where I look at it from.
I'm going to teach myself sign language.
No joke.
My soul is going through major change and upheaval. It's almost too much to bear. I'm trapped inside my head. I've been writing a ton, but most of it is rambly and poorly put together...hopefully it won't take too long to get past this and embrace rather than fear the enormity of what I feel.
One can always see, yet never actually reach touch the horizon. My philosophy teacher said that and the truth of it struck me.
I feel like peace of mind is a beautiful horizon. No matter how fast or how far I run in attempts to catch it, it's always visable yet out of reach. Always beautiful and untouchable, no matter where I look at it from.