Stu In Progress

in the morning, i wake to create a new day, to redefine my mind. It seems I’m like a drone in this existence, there only to please the ones before me. I seem so weak that i cannot wash off my self defined structure -it leads me to  such boredom. today, I will earn my …

you make me the saddest but I’ve never cried because of you. I think my eyes are holding back years of practice. my mind i think is in turmoil, beside itself. it makes me think diffirently than before – it is like a malfunctioning beast, its not working as it should and its sad to …

im sorry for everything that makes me the way i am. I am sorry that i cannot make you prefer me, i wish you could know me.i’m sorry for lying – i wanted to e more than me – now i want someone to take me as i am. i have still the presents for …

the project is never due, it was never meant to be finished – it was my last effort for you, only i found that self realization is a great teacher and i realized that you were notthe same as me – it was a last standing strategy for you to endure me – but i …

There’s something wrong with the default, my generic templates are under assault. my mind is gray – its go nothing to say but in pain, i try regain, the will i had? before i knew you? the nights are yellow and my fingers are blue – my mind is fighting thoughts of you. The streets …

  Your thought wonders through the arches and dark sidewalks of my mind, it moves from place to place on these stone cobbled roads under a star lit night sky trying to find what’s right in this life. Lone it is, unattended, as is a bearer of a contagious disease is avoided, watched and isolated …

now i dont care i will not to lift my eyes nor to concentrate only to automatically live. air condition my being – leave me to blissfully forget. leave me with the surrounding echoing whispers of the world – they sooth me. free in my mind, spread open wide, stretch the length – f r …

crazy sometimes seems sane to me. everything is alright but its not. each time seems right but the timing is usually off. my life seems to be at left angles to the universe, a concentrated constant ray of reflection. my mind is there somewhere. At left angles to the universe. My approach, reckoning, the indecision …

i lost someone once before. In typical style it became apparent. I didn’t mean to, i wish i hadn’t. loosing something is like carrying a puzzle across the room and as pieces fall, the puzzle becomes incomplete, missing as they take with them an interpretation of the bigger picture , a key into insight and …