You think I shine so bright up in the sky.. But not everything that shines are stars.It makes me a bad person to seem so cold to you,when all you do is try to be close.like we use to be.But you don't see me,you're only seeing what you want to see.the person I used to be to you a long time back.
But I've change in the past few years..who hasn't. It's a cliché. You've got to embrace it and leave the past in the past.I am sorry but I'll keep our past untouched.
You're a beautiful distant memory to me.
A star in my past.
I think when you write full blast like this you probably have to have a rip-snorter first sentence. From that the whole rest of the idea passes through your mind's eye relative to that super duper first sentence since that's what the rest of what you're wrapping your head around as it surfaces is going to be about, unless something else pops up and you take a hard right or left turn following your nose which may or may not lead to pay dirt. One thing for sure writing about your own angst first person should be a few notches down the list when it comes to fiction...write in 3rd person...jump a huge wave and surf it until you either wipe out or pull out of the curl thrilled from the great ride.
You know, it's like shootin yerself in the foot because you ain't got nothin else to do and you think hell might as well, so you pull out yer gun point it a yer foot and pull the trigger and blow a hole clean through it. and hell yes it hurt. Hurt real bad. But then I weren't doing nothin right then anyway, so I figured might as well be dealing with a pain I know from where it came instead of the other way round...dealing with pain you don't know where it was coming from. Funny all that now. I mean I'm the one who did the shooting and now I got a hole in my foot I can see the ground through on the other side. Best part is it don't hurt no more cause it healed up real well and after it did all my buddies had an big envy on me and thought they would like a hole in their foot they could some seeing through too...so they been shootin away...I guess for the fun of it. Sorta dumb though I think. They never asked me once why I did it in the first place. They seen my hole then thought havin a hole in their foot too would be cool. Probably. That's a real head scratcher aint it.
Hanging upside down in a burning car . It's a joke. Sure it's a joke. It's a bad dream. I'm dreaming. I must be dreaming. Nightmare. Fuck! It's not supposed to be like this, my death...it's here now— 2 minutes. One minute. Any second now! Flames building. It's so fucking HOT. VERY HOT. The engine. Gasoline I smell it. Night. Dark. So dark. Somewhere in the desert. Where? Where am I? I don't know. Hunting, stupid idea. Why'd I go hunting alone? Need to tell Mary I love her. I'm burning. My feet are on fire. Burning flesh! My flesh Oh God! Shit...I'm screaming. I hear myself screaming. I'm watching myself die. Oh God. Jesus! Dear God save me. Save me PLEASE.
Right now I have Writer's Block. I have no idea what to write. Vocabulary is spinning round my crazy brain and mind. Writing/typing whatever comes to mind. I hate this feeling. Normally I'm overwhelmed by all the ideas and inspiration for stories-
My favourite word right now is paradise. Heaven, perfect place. I love the word-creative. It starts with my favourite letter of the alphabet-p. I picked that word because it's one of the best "p" positive words. I love photograohy too-uploading to Instagram. I really want Tumblr too! Just writing whatever I can think of...I'm gonna go get some chips...My paradise would be the beach at sunset, love the pictures and posts online! CALIFORNIA USA would probably be my #1 place to visit after Tokyo, Japan and Paris, France. Maybe even London, England too?!