we are broken in our own little ways. These is our characteristics.
Today I’ve woken up feeling decidedly lost and confused about my world. I’m not sad. I’m just lost in between the crossroads of these thoughts that filter pass me. What doe I want my life to mean?
Turn a circle upside down and lick the wonderful from it and feel the beauty as it absorbs into your eyes’ inner soul. Breath in deep and sense the flow of freedom pulsating into you. Face the sun and feel the soft rays wash over your eyebrows and cheeks as the day slowly whispers it’s …
I suppose that if you consider the effects of being alone to be negative in some respects, then I suppose one can rationalise a psychological impact in being unable to tell someone something extraordinary. For example, today I received a salary rise and could not express my joy to anyone but myself. I cannot communicate …
I speak to you to tell you the lies in my life. The truth behind the changes within me. I come to you so that I can feel free, knowing you’ll hear me. I sometimes decay. That which made me uncertain and boyish, that which defined me, yields now to who I am now. Are …
I think I’ve gown my whole life slowly and fast to live my life fast and slow.
It’s a strange feeling knowing what my biggest regret will be. The more I think about it the more I wonder how crazy the idea is. I sometimes think that perhaps I can change what will happen but I know that I dont want it to happen. When I die, I hope I will leave …
Sometimes I think that I’m the only person in the world and everyone else just happens around me. How deranged is that thought? I’m thinking a little bit selfish. But in this, my solidarity is my greatest asset?
I’m happy. As I walk through these poorly light and eerie forest walk ways. I am drunk on life and cannot feel my heart anymore, it doesn’t beat and it dies without letting me know. How I just accept the cold, the dirt and the dark. how I wonder careless. I’m happy.
Someone visited me from my family and stayed with me for a while. It’s amazing how some people can remind you of what you don’t want. Family sometimes is good, most times is good(as far as I’m told) but really family are just people, some who remind me how strange I am, and how much …