Reading harold_maude's journal

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It only looks that way because your standing on your head.

This post was edited by harold_maude on Nov 06, 2005.

I learned to enjoy my own company, and can spend hours by myself and not have to call someone up because being alone terrifies me.

Amen sister! Preach it. I find about the only times I can write are when I am totally isolated from the rest of the world.

Here, I don't expect anyone to read my journal.

I'm reading it. =)

:) Thank you...I've been reading your work and journal too.

..Pick up a stone cast aside from a shoe worn by someone who is impatient and see what beauty there is.
Watch the sun dance among the imperfections and find your reflection there...

...Watch the rain running irraticly along glass and ask yourself
what dreams are possible and know that even though the rain will fade the drops have left their markings on your soul...

...Smell spring in the last of winters snow. Hear the laughter of flowers as they wake up without remembering the long sleep
and listen, hear your own laughter echo'd in the delicate slip like fingers brilliant in color that fill the hallows of your fingers...

When the world demands that you pay attention you can loose sight of where your going.
And it does that without even realizing you have something to say.
Just as much as the words of a thousand poets and artists who spoke from their soul before you.

:)

It only looks that way because your standing on your head.

WOW, where did that come from? That was awesome. =)

(Wispering very quietly) it came from the place your standing in.

This ancient language, art, has so many facets to it that the more you get lost in it the more it will expand what flows from you. :)

It only looks that way because your standing on your head.

If you don't mind my asking, where did this roomate come from? I don't mean like geographical area or even state of mind. I mean what sort of life situtaions brought him to your house?

And it would be nice to know that they want to hear my thoughts just as much as I want to hear theirs.
But that doesn't happen very often.

Speaking of which, I was just going to write a journal about how taxing it is to live alone. Weird. :)

Please contiune to vote AND post.

Without going into great detail, this person came here as a result of a seperation which has all the earmarks of a divorice.

I know they will find what they need here, it may not be what they want, but it will be what they need.

The benefits of living with other people is mostly financial.
And in this world unless you are making more money than any of us do here living alone is almost impossible.

Lots of people out there have no choice but to live paycheck to paycheck, and often even doing that is almost impossible.
It's hard to find people who blend well together enough to live in the same house without getting in each other's face from time to time.
I have the notion that this place picks the people who live here.
I'm sure that sounds very weird, but that's the best explaination I have for what exists here.

You drive through the gates of this place, which are two poles and it's as if you've walked into another world.
This place makes you dream. It does other things to the people who come here. It's an amazing place.
I wish my name was on the ownership papers. But it's not, so all I can do is be happy that at least I live here. :)

It only looks that way because your standing on your head.