Busy world

Sometimes I want to just blow something up. Itty bitty pieces will fall on my head and I'll have the satisfaction of distroying something. Lately I've been what you would concider to be "emo" in a sense where my emotions have taken full control over my body and thoughts. What can I do to stop it? It seems as thought the world is fastly changing and I'm still standing on the sidewalk debating if I should stick my toes in for a quick sense of wonder.

Nope, not going to happed. I'm to used to the way things are now. Me never being able to catch up with the rest of the world doesn't scare me like it used to. The running around and never taking time to see what colors are really like, or actually smelling the air around me is nice. I don't think I'm able to part with that. Then there's always the side of me who seems to think that somehow, someway, I will change. I will want to get caught up in the hussle and bussle of the busy world, the constant moving and having something to do, people to see, places to go will excite me, finally. Sigh. I wish I knew what I want to do.

I find that there is no one to talk to about my thoughts and feelings about the world. Everyone is to caught up with their lives or they just don't realize that their to busy to take time and talk about the world. People don't take time to sip coffee and split a pastery while they talk about what happened the other week when their car broke down. You just don't see that anymore. It makes me sad to think that eventually, there will be no tables and chairs sitting outside of starbucks and the only thing left to find is the slow movemtent of cars through heavy traffic.

You won't fine me there though. I'll be to busy on the side, gazing and windering about the different people the busy life has mannaged to catch and control. Blowing things up for the fun of just seeing something break the cycle and have people stop and stare, wondering and thinking about what made that sound.

I'll be to busy sipping my coffee at starbucks and writting about how I wished I was caught up in the world, rather than sitting here writting this.