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 …
I’m defending this wall that sorrounds me. I’ve seen off those that come near, I say to myself that it’s for their sake, but really it’s for me. I’m a wounded soldier, weary of everything – as it’s things that you assume are safe that hurt you the most and stay with you, that scare …
What happens matters – maybe only to us.
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 …