a rose by any other name

This is to you, my American Beauty….

 

 

The world’s a crazy place designed for people who are the diametrically opposite kinds of thinkers than you.  You are sick and tired of being treated like you don’t exist. You’re sick and tired of having no complaints department to take up your claim with, you’re sick of not complaining enough to be able to get it out of your system.

 

The world’s a crazy place and for 14 years you’ve been a whore for the prevailing societal standards; the world of extroversion.  It’s lead you to a place where you feel the only way you could save yourself now is if you start firebombing.  

 

 

 

“Blue like water

Blue like heaven is

all of the time

I’m all right

I’m just gagging on all the all right…”

 

 

 

The world’s a crazy place and you’ve been aware of that since the first look you had out between the bars of your crib.  When you’re an introvert this extraverted lifestyle creates existential angst.  Every day is another one of those days when it’s a minute away from raining and there’s this electricity in the air, you can almost hear it. And there was this bag and it was, like, dancing with you. Like a little kid begging you to play with it.

 

For fifteen minutes. And those are the kinds of days you know there is this entire life behind things, and… this incredibly benevolent force, that wanted you to know there was no reason to be afraid, ever….. Sometimes there’s so much beauty in the world you feel like you can’t take it, like your heart’s going to cave in.

 

 

“Come back and be

Come back for free

Come back and stay child

Have you gone crazy…”

 

 

 

This is to you, my American Beauty….

 

Has stuff become more important than living?  Have you turned into Carolyn? Isn’t it too hard to stay mad, when there’s so much beauty in the world? Aren’t there sometimes you feel like you’re seeing it all at once, and it’s too much, your heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst? Then maybe you could remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through you like rain and you can’t feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of your stupid little life… 

 

“And it seems that’s not the place where you belong

<font size=”2″>And it seems that’s not the place where you belong

When there’s no sun and there’s no moon

And there’s no stars child have you gone crazy…”

 

 

This world’s a crazy ride….

 

“i don’t like people depending on me. i’m not stable. not financially anyway. i wonder if i ever will be. if not, claire and i will not last. no chance.
it really scares me how much of life is based around money. the pursuit of it, the spending of it, the saving of it in order to spend more of it all at once, the flushing it straight down the fuckin drain every single month on so god damn much unnecessary crap.”

 

 

“Come back and be

Come back for free

Come back and stay child….”

 

 

I have to ask you…who is stable, at least financially and not in huge amounts of debt that form the façade of being financially stable?  We live in a capitalist society after all.  Isn’t it too hard to stay mad, when there’s so much beauty in the world?  Maybe you could remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through you like rain…. Just a thought in this crazy world.