[display_podcast] Sometimes I wonder about why things are difficult. Why i don’t tend to do so well. Sometimes i think that i’m on my own, and everything will have to be done alone, by myself. truthfully, I’m always been alone, somehow i seem to forget everyone else. but sometimes i get bored with myself – …
Month: November 2009
Self inflicted wounds, a convicted run rate from everything. A lie about life. I am interrupted from everything by everything. Lifelines are ready to leave me or decieve me. I watch myself, carefully until I cannot tell who I am watching. I am the thief king of the night! Slightly, I move past the night, …
What’s the point in living? Is there anything worth being? Wheni find myself apart of life – I wonder why? Why am I apart of things? Why am I sharing myself with nature, people, emotions?
Sometimes, when within, I give in, I let my thoughts free, free from the shackles of my mind and they find themselves out here, in the world. On the outside, they float around my face, around my nose they drift magically. So enthusiastic, they smile and swim so swiftly…but I cannot breath. My mind fails …
I don’t know why I drink coffee – I don’t even like it.
What makes the world a boring place? Is it because at some point you realise how much you’ve wanted and how little you’ve recieved? Is it because your dreams seem less real now? More difficult. Sometimes I wonder that it may be that it’s because you are tired and burdened with things that mask out …
Can you sense my thoughts? No? Can you feel them Bleeding profusely from my mind? No? I hear them. Funny that? The screams echo terror behind my eyes, and all i hear is white. My eyes go blind as I feel my senses rupture. My body dances aggravated, uncoordinated to the melody of pain and …
when life can be clear, unemotional it can be monotonous and uninteresting. But sometimes, when its “upset” with the dimension of drama it can be terrible, perhaps worse than that which was originally in effect.
Today was Frightfully cold, so cold that i found it quite nessesary muttering and moaning to myself – while walking up a country road towards my office, I caught myself laughing at something I mumbled… It all started with “Jesus it’s cold”, “Jusus – it’s cold”. Then, “Jesus, Mary and Joseph it’s cold”. Then it …