Hm.
The question is indeed the subject at hand. That subject being some random verse from some random song at some random hour of some random day. Though the answer is simple and plain to see to all but me. It seems that for every step forward there shall be two back and one to the side. A spin on the heel and a change in direction just to keep it interesting. Life confounds me as it is. People persist relentlessly... unless, of course... well, nevermind, that's a path not worth pursuing. Some will read this, some won't. Some will seem to care, most don't. There again, would it matter if I didn't care as to whether or not anyone cared? Why should I?
Fragment.
School starts back next week. I have alot to juggle and all these objects are seemingly hollow, yet they carry immense weight. The fragility of the situation astounds me. The callous manner in which I react astounds me more. I think I may be tired. 2 weeks.
Further confoundment.
Ghosts of the past forgive me. Mirror images of my former self haunt me. Mirror images of my future self destroy me. I am what I am, and yet, I am not. For skin within skin, my face is seldom true, seldom complete. Fragments of broken masks strewn about an empty field. Too busy, too focused on one direction to understand the rest. My body betrays me, destroying me from the inside out. My soul betrays me, losing itself amongst the cracks.
Shatter.
This grimness, the happy negative tones of questions without answers and answers without questions. The circular enigma left for no reason other than my own brief amusement, an outlet for yet another mask waiting to break. I try to look at things in a positive light, but the end of the waltz takes me back to here: The desolace of late night solitude. My only salvation, the key to my destruction.
Smile.
As some days are overcast and dismal, others are bright and full of life. The most wonderful flowers bloom in the most desolate areas. It just takes time... and patience... But in our society, it seems most are lacking. I've learned to have little patience for anyone else solely developed around the lack of patience everyone exhibited me. It seems I am the one controlling this storm, yet I am the one weathering it.
All in due time.
The question is indeed the subject at hand. That subject being some random verse from some random song at some random hour of some random day. Though the answer is simple and plain to see to all but me. It seems that for every step forward there shall be two back and one to the side. A spin on the heel and a change in direction just to keep it interesting. Life confounds me as it is. People persist relentlessly... unless, of course... well, nevermind, that's a path not worth pursuing. Some will read this, some won't. Some will seem to care, most don't. There again, would it matter if I didn't care as to whether or not anyone cared? Why should I?
Fragment.
School starts back next week. I have alot to juggle and all these objects are seemingly hollow, yet they carry immense weight. The fragility of the situation astounds me. The callous manner in which I react astounds me more. I think I may be tired. 2 weeks.
Further confoundment.
Ghosts of the past forgive me. Mirror images of my former self haunt me. Mirror images of my future self destroy me. I am what I am, and yet, I am not. For skin within skin, my face is seldom true, seldom complete. Fragments of broken masks strewn about an empty field. Too busy, too focused on one direction to understand the rest. My body betrays me, destroying me from the inside out. My soul betrays me, losing itself amongst the cracks.
Shatter.
This grimness, the happy negative tones of questions without answers and answers without questions. The circular enigma left for no reason other than my own brief amusement, an outlet for yet another mask waiting to break. I try to look at things in a positive light, but the end of the waltz takes me back to here: The desolace of late night solitude. My only salvation, the key to my destruction.
Smile.
As some days are overcast and dismal, others are bright and full of life. The most wonderful flowers bloom in the most desolate areas. It just takes time... and patience... But in our society, it seems most are lacking. I've learned to have little patience for anyone else solely developed around the lack of patience everyone exhibited me. It seems I am the one controlling this storm, yet I am the one weathering it.
All in due time.