Christian Hollingsworth
Blogger, Digital Marketing Consultant, Entrepreneur, & Singer
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You don’t know that I love you,
An endearment exists in the midst.
a love beyond control,
Like a morning speaking through mist.
When the time feels right,
Guide me closer to you.
Will you hold me tight?
When one is made from two?
Let me speak this love to the world,
Because let it be: I love you.
So my friend and I are watching this movie. It’s like three I clock. Hal way through the movie were getting a little antsy. We look at eat each other. Hey dude, do you want to take a break? Man, are we getting so lazy we need a break halfway through a movie?
American hiding under car for two nights when he realizes there’s a bunker hatch below. He’s hiding from germans. When they leave he gets inside and finds others below eventually the Germans get inside. They shoot some. They leave him wounded. Refugees get outside near the ocean where they’re being shot. He climbs to the top of a tower and realizes he can actually get out. A door is above while he’s ring chased by the last living natzi. He’s running and running while the man is chasing him with a think German accent. Finally he gets to the door and throws it open. It opens onto the universal studios backlot. Acting the whole time.
Discard those items from the past for which you really no longer have use. As much as you like to surround yourself with objects of sentimental value, the time comes when it’s necessary to look to the future rather than dwell on the past. The time spent cleaning your home and throwing out extraneous things will release you from the past and allow you to embrace the future.
thistle in my side please subside, you’re digging past the pain of reason.
The Internet has caused us to not be surprised by anything. We’ve seen videos of war, people getting hit by buses, crazy cat people, hoarders, all manner of exotic places; the list goes on.
We’re somewhat calloused.
Is this good or bad?
Amber wrote some kind remarks about myself and blogs. Thank you Amber. I’m honored to be listed among others I consider my leaders and superiors.
It’s been a week since you last left,
Starbucks nights building on my tab.
Checking Facebook like it’s a threat,
will I see you dancing with the one who’s next?
I don’t know where I’m supposed to be,
I just knew it should’ve been you with me.
I woke from a terrible nightmare.
Basically I was at my singing studio with One Direction. We were helping with sound, processing some lights, and recording a music video. For some reason the music studio was on one side of and icy river, and then the entrance was on the other. You would cross the ice every time to get to the studio.
I started bringing some stuff over to the studio when all of the sudden the ice gave out. I dropped everything into the water. Beats headphones, cell phone, gun, and thousands of dollars in other equipment. I was with a few other individuals who dropped their stuff too.
Two women started fighting. To the point where I pulled out my gun to try and scare them into stopping.
They wouldn’t stop.
In fact one of them pulled out a gun and went to shoot me, but missed. For some reason my Dad was sitting in the background, and took the bullet. One of the bullets hit the water at the same time, and caused the river to start draining. I fell into the water with my Dad as the water drained away, and I plugged the bleeding hole in my Dad’s heart with my finger as best I could.
Eventually, he died.
I remember leaving his body with horrible weight and sadness pressed upon me. I was in terrible disarray, but started wandering the streets in pain, sadness, and yelling. Nothing could have felt worse. I was broken.
That’s when I woke, and the feeling remained.
Do you ever have those weeks where everything just seems to bother you?
I’m having one.
And it’s all probably due to coming off a “performance high” this last weekend. My performances are over for the weekend, and now it’s time to press forward onto the next object or goal. I have lots of performances lined up, and now it’s time to get down to business.
Sitting here in the library, and a bunch of dudes are in the corner laughing loud. Over, and over, and over again. So I put my ear-buds in and let it be.
Oh well.
I’m just becoming irritated by the smallest things.