the week in review
finals were a bitch, what can I say? too many projects culminating to a largely jacklegged result. ". . .guns blazing. . ." but i just don't care anymore. despondance? maybe. apathy? certainly. infidel? too often, myself the victim as well. things must change, and i must enact.
but.. .it's also been the best week i've had since i can remember.
i'm never too specific, am i? I never have the intention of conveying a story or general understanding, merely transcribing my thoughts to a permanent medium upon which i hope to reflect occasionally and gain further insight. y'all just lucky enough to bare witness.
my third eye needs prying.
does the reflection change
depending upon who holds the mirror?
sometimes i see a sinister apparation
burning like an effigy on self loathing
a hollow shadow defining the line
i have crossed into despair
oblivios to the light that exists nigh
bathed in blind omission
sometimes i see a livid moppet
dancing on hopes born out of impetuity
life such a careless enterprise
adhering to no contracts of responsibility
no chains to bridle or snares to trap
a free soul bares no similarity to cheap
sometimes i see a metaphysical sojourner
a book unbound to scatter pages liberally
not linear or systematic in rhyme and reason
symmetry certain contain still thoughts the but(esrever?)
not to be confused with balance
natural order is merely a concept, not law
onetime i saw there was no mirror
and yet so clearly i viewed
but.. .it's also been the best week i've had since i can remember.
i'm never too specific, am i? I never have the intention of conveying a story or general understanding, merely transcribing my thoughts to a permanent medium upon which i hope to reflect occasionally and gain further insight. y'all just lucky enough to bare witness.
my third eye needs prying.
does the reflection change
depending upon who holds the mirror?
sometimes i see a sinister apparation
burning like an effigy on self loathing
a hollow shadow defining the line
i have crossed into despair
oblivios to the light that exists nigh
bathed in blind omission
sometimes i see a livid moppet
dancing on hopes born out of impetuity
life such a careless enterprise
adhering to no contracts of responsibility
no chains to bridle or snares to trap
a free soul bares no similarity to cheap
sometimes i see a metaphysical sojourner
a book unbound to scatter pages liberally
not linear or systematic in rhyme and reason
symmetry certain contain still thoughts the but(esrever?)
not to be confused with balance
natural order is merely a concept, not law
onetime i saw there was no mirror
and yet so clearly i viewed