I’m taking in so much and doing so little. I just feel clueless. There’s so much to be done, I’m just standing, watching time.

Sometimes I think everything is easy.
And maybe when it feels less easy, I freeze. Like I believe life is motion and fluid and movement and fluidity I associate with easy. When that momentum stops, I just don’t know what to do with myself. I’m always thinking, but that’s most of my problem. I don’t revel in my movement. Maybe I’m living my life more difficult that I believed.

I just have to move. Move and keep moving.

End rant. Movies make me emotional and then this happens. Thinking and written word vomit. As long as it makes sense to me, right? Eh.

The days where all you feel is beautiful…

: )

Movie night with myself

For those who inquired: Pariah will stir the anger & abandonment w/i you and make you want to slap someone. In other words, friggen amazing.

That’s all I can manage to say, for now.

OH. And Shame is as disturbingly magical the second time, for me, as it was the first. One of the realest examinations of life on film.

He separates himself.

He’s a loner, lending versions and pieces of self to satisfy his curiosity. He’s full of parts that make a conflicting whole. They never quite fit. He’s not honest enough to put himself together.

I pray he finds sincerity in the crevices of his duplicity.