Friday, July 24, 2009

I've erased the mark.

No longer human.
Merely a chalkboard people write upon as they pass by,
but I've erased the art I'd left,
and all that remains is ugly graffiti.
...
Only one person will get this.
Oh well.
On a different note.
I've been thinking a lot lately.
About a lot of different things.
I've been observing people for a long time now.
I'm always fansinated by the way people move.
and I always try to make connections between their moves and they're personailties.

People with softer, slower, more delicate movements, are ususally just that.
very nice, soft people.
People who smile a lot.

People with jerky, unsure movements, are usually very strange, Uninqe.
The kind of people who talk a lot, and aren't afraid of what people think of them.

People with fast, snap-like movements are usally very harsh, and confiandant.
They aren't afraid of a fight.

Those are just a few things I've picked up on.
I try to pay close attenstion to the mannerisms of the people I'm near.



There is another thing that I've noticed about myself.
When I'm in like, an urban setting, with buildings and lots of people around and such, I get bored.
Very fast.
I can't sit still for more than I few minutes.
I always wanna walk around,
find something to do for a few minutes,
then move on to something else.


BUT
When I'm in a natural setting...
With trees and grass and nature.
It's different.
I could sit and stare at the sky for hours.
I could look at a tree for hours.
I could stare at a river for hours
and still be sad when I had to leave.

e trees just hold my attension like nothing else ever could.
Even if they remained completely unchanging I'd just be in awe of them.

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