She closed her eyes. Behind her eyelids, closed and entrapped inside her own head, it seemed...easier. It seemed like the world belonged to her, when in reality the world was sharing by many minds that seemed keen to think the same.
Each mind is settled in the huge nest of the world; each corner filled with a baby of a thought, a dream chriping by hoping for anyone in the nest to feed it's hunger for hope and attention.
Not every mind is fed by the large beak of life. In fact, we are sometimes screwed over by this huge beak. This beak will fucking break the frail shell of protection our mind lives in, and will shatter whatever is inside it. Our thoughts, opinions, our life will ooze out of this shell, leaving this liquid yellow behind. No one else in the nest will notice, because everybody is too afraid of life's fucking huge beak.
Saturday, December 22, 2012
End of the world...literally.
I feel like every time I write I get older and more mature. Which sucks on both accounts.
Right. Well. Where to begin?
Life has a strange way of working. no; scratch that, it's us who work weirdly. One day i am so
depressed and the next nothing could just erase the happiness I feel.
I'd like to think one day ill leave a mark on the world, but nothing I ever did or nothing that I have
experienced has ever defined me as this tragic martyr or as a person that can break through.
I have no message to the world, I have nothing special to tell. If i do reach the top, it'll probably be
because of selfish goals and motives.
Yesterday, the end of the world as predicated by the mayans was suppose to occur. Nothing did, naturally, but it was rather dissapointing to all those people who saved up bottles of alcohol and tuica.
I talked to a close friend of mine, M. Weird how things stay the same but they change.
Fuck that doesn't even make fucking sense.
Struck by lightning was oddly touching. Constricted by life, by situation, by the people, and you fight
to get out of it all and you're this close but you failed. You massively and utterly failed.
not everyone's dream comes true. dreams are shattered and broken by minute. and trying? trying to get those dreams? its a load of horseshit, because if you fail, it wasn't worth it. it wasnt worth the pain and struggle you went through. Happiness isn't secured through trying, and so why bother trying at all?
Right. Well. Where to begin?
Life has a strange way of working. no; scratch that, it's us who work weirdly. One day i am so
depressed and the next nothing could just erase the happiness I feel.
I'd like to think one day ill leave a mark on the world, but nothing I ever did or nothing that I have
experienced has ever defined me as this tragic martyr or as a person that can break through.
I have no message to the world, I have nothing special to tell. If i do reach the top, it'll probably be
because of selfish goals and motives.
Yesterday, the end of the world as predicated by the mayans was suppose to occur. Nothing did, naturally, but it was rather dissapointing to all those people who saved up bottles of alcohol and tuica.
I talked to a close friend of mine, M. Weird how things stay the same but they change.
Fuck that doesn't even make fucking sense.
Struck by lightning was oddly touching. Constricted by life, by situation, by the people, and you fight
to get out of it all and you're this close but you failed. You massively and utterly failed.
not everyone's dream comes true. dreams are shattered and broken by minute. and trying? trying to get those dreams? its a load of horseshit, because if you fail, it wasn't worth it. it wasnt worth the pain and struggle you went through. Happiness isn't secured through trying, and so why bother trying at all?
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