1. Alright tonight was weird. Actually this whole weekend was pretty strange when it gets down to it. Three nights of going out (well 4 thanks college). I’m not entirely sure how I’m feeling about this whole situation. I really feel sorry for those who this is what they look forward to. I mean it can be fun, and it feels awesome to move and be social and spread love. But there’s always this part of the party where things change, where people lose their heads. Where it’s almost as if a new entity has taken over their physical shell. Yet, there are still those who are the same as when they came to the party, and there’s some in the middle. Some wishing they could get in deeper, and some wishing they could climb their way out. I’m not quite sure where I fall into that category. RIght in the middle, where I always fit in any equation. Right to the point where I can see where those who switched really are, but yet I’m still here myself.  That line is always nerve wracking. It can be really difficult to tell when you’ve fallen off of the edge. We all have, everyone’s done it. Find someone who’s never gone over and I’ll show you a liar. At some point in your life you jump, it doesn’t matter from which platform. Drugs, stress, anxiety, mental imbalance. Everyone goes at some point, the key is getting back. So many days I wish I would just wake up in dream world instead. Where rules of physics don’t apply. The places where you can not only fly, but soar, and come back down to a world where you can breathe underwater. It’s like imagination is just a tease, and she runs around in everyone’s bed, if you can remember her or not. Some of us feel her more than others. To some she’s untouchable, and they console themselves in a world of numbers and facts.  The amazing ones are the ones who can form a marriage between their love for imagination and their love for the world of black and white. That’s the place to be. Out there touching the stars, because you believe in them and can prove it.  The picture is from one of those nights in Brooklyn, on a rooftop, touching the stars.  I don’t remember it that well either. 

    Alright tonight was weird. Actually this whole weekend was pretty strange when it gets down to it. Three nights of going out (well 4 thanks college). I’m not entirely sure how I’m feeling about this whole situation. I really feel sorry for those who this is what they look forward to. I mean it can be fun, and it feels awesome to move and be social and spread love. But there’s always this part of the party where things change, where people lose their heads. Where it’s almost as if a new entity has taken over their physical shell. Yet, there are still those who are the same as when they came to the party, and there’s some in the middle. Some wishing they could get in deeper, and some wishing they could climb their way out. I’m not quite sure where I fall into that category. RIght in the middle, where I always fit in any equation. Right to the point where I can see where those who switched really are, but yet I’m still here myself. 

    That line is always nerve wracking. It can be really difficult to tell when you’ve fallen off of the edge. We all have, everyone’s done it. Find someone who’s never gone over and I’ll show you a liar. At some point in your life you jump, it doesn’t matter from which platform. Drugs, stress, anxiety, mental imbalance. Everyone goes at some point, the key is getting back. So many days I wish I would just wake up in dream world instead. Where rules of physics don’t apply. The places where you can not only fly, but soar, and come back down to a world where you can breathe underwater. It’s like imagination is just a tease, and she runs around in everyone’s bed, if you can remember her or not. Some of us feel her more than others. To some she’s untouchable, and they console themselves in a world of numbers and facts. 

    The amazing ones are the ones who can form a marriage between their love for imagination and their love for the world of black and white. That’s the place to be. Out there touching the stars, because you believe in them and can prove it. 

    The picture is from one of those nights in Brooklyn, on a rooftop, touching the stars. 

    I don’t remember it that well either. 

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