The world I live in, contrary to your barren planet, moves fast. I keep up by clenching my cognitive diaphragm, triggering all gears into turbo drive. With this, quality impairs, control over it varies. Then as I reflect on the project, there is ugly; no satisfaction, confidence downs.
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I imagine a beautiful corpse sometimes, not in a homicidal or suicidal sense, but as a sign of solitude and relief. Death is a curse and life is a blessing. What does that make me..
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What a morbid post.
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that makes you confused, probably. luckily, i don't agree with what their claims either. once you accept death, life gets a hell of a lot easier. you awaken, i supposeguess.
slow is the way to go. sometimes.
Reading this after a month, I now find this meaning- I never intend anyMeaning initially.
well, good. it's like painting or tadpoles, should come out meaningless and develop its own meaning and limbs.
: ] melissa
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