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 …
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.
+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.
You can’t really find fault in instinct. It’s inherent in the design. The design is perfect, and such us instict that is attributed due to it. Sometimes I think it’s the easy answer to every action governed by it. Also, sometimes I think it’s a sure sign of the most correct answer nature gives us …
Fixing things doesn’t seem to be working, listening doesn’t make me feel any better. And it doesn’t matter anyway. I don’t care – its a mind swear. I cant decide what’s on my mind – I really feel like its fading. My life’s invisible, i hardly know when its around. I hate to enjoy hating …
People who i knew – move on, they change, settle down, have children, die,have accidents, get married. I mean that’s fine, logic tells me that no one will do nothing while I been paying attention to other things, but sometimes i think about it and I’m like wow, things are changing around me, life is …
Lying on my back here on this sand carpet, alone in the hot sun, clenched hands behind my head, I press up, gaze upon my feet, – I see it, my stone rune – it is still there, wedged into the sand at my feet, towering before me, in pristine condition as it always is …
Can anyone fill these holes, heal these wounds – repair what has been damaged? This toy soldier, walks no more, nor holds up his weapon to defend himself. who needs a broken toy? Only a quite broken child. Stu
Things only make sense when they come to you for the first time. If you want something, make it happen – dont wait for it to possibly happen. Keep doing it, persist and be brave – sometimes just persisting gets you there – where you WANT to be.
I’m always reliably late – never quite on the mark, somewhat removed in some way. I’m here, and here is where I want to be. Diligently obscure perhaps and delicately lost in this world… but I’m here and I’m staying now Stu