Pursue Your Drug

I think everyone has a drug. I know---bold statement right? I really find this to be true though. I mean look at musicians-they live, eat, sleep, breathe music. Artists-they pour their souls into each paint stroke, photographers spend their lives traveling to get that one picture...Designers spend countless hours throwing back red bulls and staring onto computer screens, sketching, and thinking about what is next. Scientists sleep in labs in hopes of not missing any detail of any experiment. Me...? Well I have been consumed with, occupied with, and in love with words. Words? A huge emphasis on the question mark you must all be thinking. Well I have been writing since I can remember. Of course what I used to write way back in diapers isn't the same as now...but like everything our skills grow with experience and time. Time really has only brought me closer to realizing not only how much I want to write, but how much I HAVE to write. This blog is just a tiny glimpse of what I write. I write as much as you probably eat a day, if not more. It's as if I can't breathe if I go too long without picking up a pen to write my thoughts, or open my lab top to type out a few sentences. I mean think about your drug? Do you watch too much Lost-and when I say that I know all you Lost watchers would kill me and say you could never watch enough Lost. And that is exactly my point...That is YOUR drug. I could not write enough in a day. Imagine what you could not live without...what you obsess over on a daily basis. There is a reason for that obsession, and that is what we should all realize.

Point being- Whether we want to realize it or not...we all have our drugs. Ultimately I think we should all figure out what our drug is and pursue it*. If you love something enough do it! Please for goodness sake. As cliche' as people are when they say, 'life's too short.' It is true!! Duh...why would SO many people say it?! So yea...my drug is writing!! What is yours?? I am curious.

* When I say 'pursue your drug'...I want to make it clear: I do not condone the utilization of tangible drugs. I just wanted to clear that up. I am not saying druggies hey...keep shooting up. That is bad, illegal, and icky! I'm just sayin'. :)

Perfectly Imperfect
xoxo
Crystal Kimberly

P(oint) O(f) V(iew)

This single spot, embraced by her essence. Left alone, in thoughts of your adolescence. Mirrors of emotion staring right through your eyes. Feelings that consume her, for that is how your heart replies. A mind of a lonely guy speaks through the silence of his non verbals, as does the way a girl battles with her mind and heart's constant, intangible pulls. She needed saving from her wonder man, an unspeakable task. However she too silent, unable to fully ask. You were expected to climb higher than the rest. An unfamiliar ground could defeat you, ultimately make you second best. The cape of saving your love, a duty too much to expect. Faults you were innocent of, that she did ultimately choose to neglect. Time set in, in which you both came to realizations. The super power of love means more than pure obligations. Your moments with her and her moments with you, created simplicity in each point of view. Love is love without the little recognitions, but gratitude should be used without any presuppositions. Two single beings equal one coupled heart. There lies a significant need to take the moment from each person's part.

Point of views encompass the corners of each mind. And without contemplation of one anothers, a relationship could forcefully be redesigned...

Perfectly Imperfect
xoxo
Crystal Kimberly