Sometimes I think that I’m alive only within a small bubble. Just me and this life of mine. I work everyday for myself and I enjoy it within my bubble, it’s progressing me and I’m happy with myself – i am furfilling what I want furfilled, each day that I live…. I’m just not sure …
Christmas time for some I imagine is a terrible time… It seems to bring heightened emotions to everything. The moaning Christmas carols fade away as the essential facts stand ever fast. Smily faces become sad faces, happy sounds become gloomy skies and warmth of the world dies and shrivels before you… You are. Separated by …
[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 – …
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 …
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 …
the water droplets run off me, within me its warm – its sore to know that each day is the same. the furnace room is dry and its ferociously still. the wind is blowing so fierce outside and its so quite here in my mind. i want to die for while, turn off and forget …
+Fravia, you are now without need, nor without pain – You have brought and leave a legacy, an approach and style to the art of understanding how programs are written that will not be forgotton.
a reoccurring dream I have, a misplaced theme perhaps – that I am falling from a great height, I am sensing the end is near and I’m expecting the sky to disappear. a reoccurring thought I have, discerning fight has been fought and as the last man stands – I realise, that – nothing really …