Do you ever just want to curl in a ball and cry? Not for any real reason except that you feel so alone and tired. I live in a dream world, I wish it was real. I wish I never had to come back here. I could just stay with my imagination in never never land all day long.
I guess that's how you get sent to the funny farm.
I'm not crazy. I'm just lonely and in dreamland people are so much nicer than in real life.
I'm a mess.
I'm afraid that I'm intensely nostalgic today. So I wrote this poem, but it's not good and I don't think that anyone should read it. I just needed to get it off my chest.
We used to play cards
for hours and hours
on our living room floor.
Then you'd tell stories
about riding the Greyhound
and being engaged.
We'd stay up all night
and watch Disney movies
and you would laugh
I'm learning to play Rachmaninoff's first piano concerto and I'm so excited! I know that the most popular one is the second, but you have to start somewhere. Does anyone else play piano? Or any instrument for that matter? I play trombone as well, although I haven't touched it for a few months because of school and all. I adore classical music and so of course taking piano lessons on campus this year (I've taken them before but this is the first time at college) is really fun for me.
I shall introduce myself:
I'm seasong, I grew up near Washington DC and love that area. I'm in college studying biochemistry, but getting an english minor emphasis in creative writing. I love books of all kinds and collect them en masse in my apartment much to my roommate's dismay. I love chocolate and happy things. I love modern poetry and short stories.
To the musings:
What about creative nonfiction, all? In other