So
So basically, I have this thing passed on from my dad that my English teacher last year liked to call the Gift of the Gab. No clue what t means so google it if you wanna know. Anyway, I'm basically good at English and writing stuff.
Back to the story.
So my friend was having... thoughts... today and so I was messaging this particular friend, and asking them to be positive. They said that they don't like to be positive because a) I am their positivity source and b) they prefer to acknowledge that the world isn't perfect and that there is so much badness and it can't be ignored. So I literally said this:
I always remember that there's darkness in the world, I just focus on the positive because I don't want to drown in all of that sadness, and I want to make sure I stay above sea level, otherwise I'll get pulled under and probably won't be able to get back up unless someone pulls me back up, and even then my lungs might still be filled with the water that is the negativity and I might not be able to get it out of my system, and I don't want that to happen to me because I like being positive, I like breathing in the air of positivity, and not the water of negativity.
And it was like 8:30 at night on a day that my brain wasn't on, but apparently my heart was, and I was typing the stuff about acknowledging the darkness but not wanting to drown in it, and my eyes saw the word "drown" and sent it straight to my heart and my heart told my Brian "Oi, we can make a whole thing out of this".... so I did. It was weird, but also really poetic and I felt like sharing it for no good reason. I was very proud of my poetry okay? And I dunno if it even makes sense cos I never actually re-read it but my other friend (it was a skype group chat) said that it was rly poetic so I was like "oKaY tHeN, tO wAtTpAd wE gO" cos when I'm tired I act on impulse and usually that impulse is something stupid so this might've been a terrible mistake but I honestly couldn't care less if I'm being honest. Anyway, that's that. I'm gonna sleep now before my eyes close on their own and I don't get to say anything els-
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