So hi. I actually commented to all your precious comments!
And here's a post!
Believe what you will.
One day, I don't know what did it, but I was in a poetry mood. You know, I bet it was reading The Dream Thieves. That did. *nods*
Anyhow, I was thinking about packing for university, not that I actually packed anything that day. So here's what came of:
packing for university
fear, excitement, anxiety
like a sushi roll
here's to life
eat it whole
Don't ask where the sushi came from. I probably had a sushi craving (seriously though, one never refuses sushi, craving or no). Also, the sushi was something tangible to play with visually. My dad always tells me to eat a sushi in one bite. . . so there's your last line.
I have no idea what to title it as. I was poking fun at myself (as I regularly do,
I'm good-natured like that) and I would come up with all these weird variations like Sushi of Emotions, or Emotional Sushi.
The funniest was Emotions, the Sushi of Life.
Which is wholly absurd because we all want sushi, but emotions? Why, emotions? Do you have to be so weird and demanding?
So the next day, I was driving. I kinda love/hate driving. I really enjoy driving alone, especially long drives with the windows down and the music up. But sometimes driving scares me, like keeps-me-up-at-night kind of scared. *cough*
That's all completely irrelevant to the poem I thought up while driving.
Awake at night
Ideas, what if, humanity
Keep me driving, driving
Down this road
With the moon hung low
And the music loud
That keeps me thinking
Awake at night
I guess, I could call it Thoughts Ongoing.
It's *supposed* to make a correlation with a restless mind and driving and how both may happen when you're supposed to be sleeping. Or something like that. . .
Although the music part is a vague reference to how I like to listen to music that makes me think.
Anyhow, that's all I have for you today. Sorry.
Do you write poetry? Do you love long drives? Or SUSHI?! Because sushi is life.