nattynavz

When great minds set forth, they become astonished, bestowed as to what they can discover. As to what they can find. You'd be surprised as to what the mind can make on it's own. Just a few moments of recollection, a few moments of pondering thoughts of various ideals, and you'd be very, very surprised. The mind is a very sensible place.

Always sleeping, and still so tired.
Will eventually pack up and leave.
Time has passed way too soon.
Sick of the routine-what's new?
The end is so much nearer now.
Not who I was years ago.

My mind is so torn. Between the right, and the wrong. I don't know what it is I should do.

 

Natalia

 

idk, im ready to meet some new people ! (no offense) i just want to get away from all this routine. and i love everyone here, but i feel like everyone is just a copy of a copy, no ones different. everyones too worried on trying to be different, that they just end up the same

I need to get away. 

 I'm in love with the timeless worries, the hopeless flaws, the childish lovers

 I had a dream that you were gone.
I woke up, and you were gone.

I'm Natalia. I don't know what I'm talking about half the time, and I overthink everything. I say sorry, hey, and creep, wayy too much. I obsess over England even though it'll probably take me another five years to get to. I'm picky to the point where everyone has to make a comment about it at least sixty times a day. I'm secretly on a thrift store fetish. I failed at finding out what I'm going to be when I grow up. I like keeping in touch with people. I work, and read- and that's about it.
I don't really have a life, but then again, who does?

I like autumn the most, and wearing glasses without lenses.

 i don't really understand what's going on, can you please further explain your theories sir? it just seems as if your analogies are incorrect to a certain extent. but i'm just sayin' !

 I am not happy. I think this is a start to an evolutionary depression.

  I just want to live a life of wisdom and hope. To be on my own; with no one but myself and my whispered past.

In the end, there is no one but yourself. No one beside you, near you, or behind you. It is just you. You and the air that fills your mind. The air in which you breathe and live and sacrifice. The air in which you use to express a theory of complimentary ideals. It's the air in which we share through greed. It is mine, yours, his, and hers. It is theirs- ours. Although our lives are controlled by a single element in which we all share, we still remain on our own. No matter what our similarities are, whether they are life-based or not, there is still no use for a partner, friend, spouse. You are on your own, and it will always, always be that way. Always.

 I am so unhappy. On the inside, with myself. I am unhappy because I can not become happy. The word in itself is too generic, too casual and usual. It is a word used so often, it has become drained of its meaning. Day after day, I have lost faith in myself. I have lost faith in becoming this oversaught word- happy. 

And for a side note, please understand the literary word I am referring too. I am not stating the sort of happy that happens in an instance. I am speaking of overall happiness- being truly happy. True Happiness.

In the evening of the owl and the mist of the summertime air, all is one and one is all. Minds melt together as time folds upon hours and hours of rest, hope, faith. Time is essential, and indeed- needed. It's necessary in the cook book of life- the pages we flip through day after day, night after night. Rip a page out, and save it in your pocket, your mind; a memory. Oh, yes, yes time and memory linger in the air. Because they can't be stopped. No, time can't be stopped nor rememberence. It goes on, continues on, follows on. Day after day, night after night. Always.

I like listening to Andrew Bird and painting people I don't know.

Just make sure your positive before you do anything. You wouldn't want to regret loosing something you might not know you love.

 I found Mr. Right, but he said I was wrong. 

This life we lead is heading us straight into the lives we refuse to conform into. We believe that we are of so much more wisdom, that we actually lack the knowledge of common sense. It's a truth we all ignore, and it's time we start opening our eyes to the mistakes we've made. My ranting won't do us any good, but at least it'll make a lasting impression in my own mind. And I assume that's all that really matters these days.

 And the ship has crashed and burned.
Age can change a lot.

 It's 4:25 AM.
The conversation continues on

 I was taken to a secret park today. For secret moments, and secret friends. I was taken there by a boy younger than me, but wiser than I'll ever be. I went to this secret park with an open mind, and left with so many ideas. So many restless thoughts.