I sometimes, well all the time see things very differently than others. I guess I was born this way, where while others see the same shit, I see things in a different light. It’s not only that, I guess, it’s just my mind, eyes, brain and body. It’s as if my mind is the gatekeeper of all this weird and beautiful images and the only one that can see these pictures is I. This is probably why I love taking pictures, because it gives others a chance to see, what in my head. Well, not all that’s in there but just a glimpse of the world, that I share with whomever looks at this sad little blog.
While most of you are jetting off to exotic, expensive places, I’ve been having my own little getaway. However, unlike most of you, who like to throw the cash away, as if you’re Scrooge McDuck, I’m stay more local. I’m sorry but I’m not going to be spending money that I don’t have (I literally have no money in my name right now!), to go to a place, where at the end of the day I’ll just be somewhat disappointed! Trust me, I’ve had it happened before and it’s not worth the money or heartache. If I were you, I would just stay home, explore your surroundings, and discover the unknown. You never know you can uncover a new place to call you own paradise. Better then throwing your money away on locations, that everyone else has been to already!
Since it, Fourth of July weekend and I don’t have to work this holiday, I should be planning something exciting like pool parties, BBQ, fireworks or whatnot. However, I just don’t feel like doing any of that shit this weekend. I don’t know if it’s the weather, which has actually been really nice or I just want to relax, and stay away from everyone and everything that urks my soul. It’s just days like these are meant to be for chillaxing by the pool, where the hot air blow all over your body in just the right spots, without a bother in the world. Of course, you’ll have to face to the excitement by Tuesday morning, back to the grin and the headaches that come with it. However, for now just this weekend, let me not worry about any of that so-called drama and let me just slack off like I should be doing, because when will I ever have another weekend like this?
Usually my optimistic levels are below your average Debbie Downer and the colors of said levels are darker darker darker. So blacken and tarred that no flashlight nor lighthouse would ever help you get out of my hollow, monstrosity of a body. I consider it to be somewhere that Lydia Deetz would be happy to live in. However, lately there’s been some light simmering through these gloomy divisions, that I’m beginning to wonder if there’s a light at the end of this murky tunnel. Don’t get me wrong I’m not turning into a Care Bear anytime soon or nor do I wish to be one. I’m not one for the sunshiny disposition what’s so ever, but there seems to be a crack somewhere in these walls, that’s make me enjoy the luminous side of things. Of course, it’s going to take a jackhammer, a wrecking ball and the Hulk to break down this never ending partition, until my interior starts looking like the norm. However, until then I’ll put away the spackle, sand paper and the black paint…for now! I mean, a little light never hurt anybody, sometimes it’s the only way you can see things clearly.