Feeling too much causes me to fall asleep. When I wake up I feel hungover. Feeling strongly is like alcohol. In other words, it’s possible to be intoxicated by regret, anger, and stress. And like being intoxicated by alcohol, you are in this daze where you have no good control over yourself. Feelings are just… Read More Feeling is like alcohol.
My insides, the spiritual part, is a catacomb of delusion and anger. Through my delusions I am always given a false sense of hope and hopelessness. Through my anger I let out a putrid side of me that knows no boundaries. The only thing one like me must do is run away. Run from those… Read More Honestly,
This world, the reality of it all, is just too vast for me to cope with.
I romanticize being torn asunder. When hopeless, what else can one do but guise their pain as something profound?
When he fixes his gaze on a puffy cloud he can almost feel reality. It’s the most beautifully profound feeling he will ever feel, and he is content with that. However, he yearns to feel reality in its whole. A mere tinge is enough to caress his heart with a melancholic happiness. The feeling in… Read More Surreality
Tedium for what is to come tomorrow. Perhaps some are just careless, and, maybe, carelessness is sometimes a mask worn to cover their foolishness. However, foolish am I, for I am the one who placed that mask upon their face. Those who don’t care and live in their own world with their own time rarely… Read More Foolish of me
It doesn’t matter the milieu I suffocate in , eventually my thoughts will be everywhere I look… secreting… Perhaps one shouldn’t type when exhausted… no temperature, yet it’s ice, ice the color of beige… a slab of beige ice. My emotional state is a slab of beige ice with no temperature. It’s a creamy sensation… Read More Writing exhausted.