Day: July 17, 2003

So this is where I’ve been failing lately…

“If you’re a songwriter, it’s a good time to make yourself a Jennifer Lopez sock puppet, install it on your left hand, and ask it to help you create a tune that will sell a million copies. If you’re a painter, it’s a perfect moment to channel the spirit of Pablo Picasso as you dash off a few dozen masterworks, and if you’re a writer, you should pretend you’re the reincarnation of F. Scott Fitzgerald and whip out a future bestseller. In short, Scorpio, I recommend that you imitate people who have been successful in the way that you want to be. If necessary, get a new hero who inspires you to even greater heights than your old familiar heroes.”

Compliments of FreeWill

Otherwise, I see a valley before me.

Sometimes, I feel like I’m losing control. Feeling it slip away from me like it’s being pulled, quickly, out of my hands. My tiring grasp, making a last ditch effort to hold tight, that, which is mine. However, its inevitable failure looming on the horizon of my thoughts. Locked away, is where I’m going, behind the wall of myself. It’s the only safety I have, and the only one I can afford myself. Trust is nowhere but me, silence, my only option.

Now that I’ve seen the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, I sit in amusement in having watched the types of people who walked out of that theatre and wonder how many of them know the stories behind each character. Better yet, how many of them actually know that they are characters from other Literary novels. *scratches head and smiles in amusement*