I spent the day sleeping - then went to the art gallery.
This has made me happy, it always clears my head.
My focus for the next two weeks will be my two exams (one I have to do at least 60% in to pass the unit) and the other I haven't read anything about yet.
My bad - let it all slip at end of semester. Ah fuck shit happens.
If I don't pass it I'm going to try and organise a "Schools in Context" meets "Childrens Theatre" ISC. And get a specialized course restructure thingy of head of education. I'm positive either way.
Snoodle Snoodle.
xx Action Wolfe
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Jigsaw
I have realised that everythin in life is a jigsaw. Relationships, living arangements, uni courses.... all a part of a bigger jigsaw. The whole world is this puzzle where I'm not quite sure where I fit. I want to connect. I want to be a part of it all. Yet, Somehow never feel I'm in the right place. It's because of this I'm going to find where I fit in this. I'm taking some time out over the next few weeks to just be me. To not worry about others. Try to find my place. Hopefully I will find other jigsaw pieces I fully fit into, instead of craming myself in where I think I go and pretending it's alright.
Because it's not.
It's really.... really... not.
Because it's not.
It's really.... really... not.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Poem #12
Familiar.
Two roads did diverge in that wood of yellow.
He was correct.
All along I thought it was a metaphor.
Silly me.
To think I over thought it.
I sat there thinking about which path to actually take.
The one untrodden.
You would think he would make it more obvious.
Identical paths.
In the end I took the path on the left.
I followed it along and felt unhappy suddenly.
The path was yellow.
Yet had no scarecrow joining me to sing along the way.
I looked down.
The path was white and the yellow wood reflected a gold shimmer.
I kept going only to find myself unhappy once again.
I was at a fork.
It looked exactly like the diverge I was at before.
It was the same one.
The path led me in a circle and I feel stupid.
I took the path on the left instead.
Followed it with glee.
Things seemed so familiar that it made my stomach churn.
The path still shimmered.
It gave me comfort that something different might be beyond the bend.
I found myself at the diverge again.
Fuck that poem.
I have learnt from my mistakes and became a better person.
I don't need you.
I felt comfortable at that point with my decision.
I smiled, and took the path on the left.
Two roads did diverge in that wood of yellow.
He was correct.
All along I thought it was a metaphor.
Silly me.
To think I over thought it.
I sat there thinking about which path to actually take.
The one untrodden.
You would think he would make it more obvious.
Identical paths.
In the end I took the path on the left.
I followed it along and felt unhappy suddenly.
The path was yellow.
Yet had no scarecrow joining me to sing along the way.
I looked down.
The path was white and the yellow wood reflected a gold shimmer.
I kept going only to find myself unhappy once again.
I was at a fork.
It looked exactly like the diverge I was at before.
It was the same one.
The path led me in a circle and I feel stupid.
I took the path on the left instead.
Followed it with glee.
Things seemed so familiar that it made my stomach churn.
The path still shimmered.
It gave me comfort that something different might be beyond the bend.
I found myself at the diverge again.
Fuck that poem.
I have learnt from my mistakes and became a better person.
I don't need you.
I felt comfortable at that point with my decision.
I smiled, and took the path on the left.
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