buddy's Blurty

28th hello
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why is it that i am suddenly endowed with the infallible ability to improvise beautiful lyrics when i am alone in the confine of my comfy little car?
it seems all to cruel and or ironic that i can be blessed with a gift that i cannot ever get to share with anyone else.
i sing and i rhyme and pour my heart into a song, and it's almost as if once the lights in the car go on to signify the door opening, the words are washed away by the dim glow. heh. it's like the phrase about having your cake and eating it too..but i hate that because it really dosent make sense. maybe it's more like being stunning but photographing horribly. but thats also not an adequate metaphor because is something as intrinsic as a photo enough to prove you arent pretty? is evidence the only deciding factor? do either of those questions make sense?

i have never been able to write in a diary or a journal. and blurtys were "all the rage" ;) back in middle school. but i feel i am shortchanging myself on living and never remembering some of the truly remakrable thoughts that go on in my head. it isnt fair to me, and it isnt fair to my thoughts- some of which that deserve to be heard. i vow to never proof read these entries, spend to much time correcting spelling or grammar, or worrying if someone will ever see them. this is my brain; abridged. and for the time being, i am just fine with that. :)

Current Mood: contemplative
Current Music: john mayer library