Confrontation? bah not a problem.
My profile where does it fit? In small paragraphs, not formulated into how well the day was written. Fading out of the light that once was, the light behind you is fading as you walk out of the room. I guess i never initiated opprotunity for that to happen to you.. because i never turned on the light for me to get up and walk away. This connection is justiculation of the brain, only if our brain had tentacles for hands, or just hands for that matter. My hands grab at the garbage thats not intended for me, im going through everyones garbage before it hits the ground. Or is it? they say it can be another mans treasure; no im not talking about drama or gossip. My hands are used to getting dirty, you know about this, ive tried washing them. Its so hard when im always wondering what it is that youre dropping and leaving behind, so much that i could misconstrue as a real message for another peice of garbage, when really its not. Hands lie.. its dangerous, they are faster than your eyes, you as in one. They pick up faster than i can read.. This itch is not to fret over, like dead skin, new will be born. I wait under the keys, to be conveyed in some sort of particularity. Is particularity even a word?
Whats the point of standing next to and beating on a jar you were once contained in? Was it beautiful inside? Were there distortions? In the reflection self infliction makes all too much sense. Im to blame. Youd hate me if you really saw me, youd hate who i really am. Question is who am i? I will probably convince myself of more insecurities writing this than you could think of me... and these self-imposed theories will be sanctioned by observation.
Its weird, lately ive been feeling this urge to be better in every aspect, almost a protest against that of which i oppose. I want to be nicer, or maybe just be less confrontational, because it resembles weirdness and callousness, sadly. I found ways to compromise, but its like domino effect, one leads to another. So i figured if i can learn something, i can unlearn it right? Its only a habit of the mind, its possible. If i learned that its incredibly easy to just throw something on the ground, its just as easy to learn that i can hold it for 20 more ft and throw it away, just as an example anyways. I can be a little bit nicer.. i can a little bit more like how i used to be. Lets not hold onto the past, there was a better person walking down the street late at night before than there is now. Intentions are endless, so is opportunity. Choice, i love having a choice, so much that i think i like the opportunity within choice over the outcome of my choice. Existing can be so fun sometimes.
PS what is it you have to tell me? Or have you already? If so i havnt registered it as the assumption of what i think you will tell me, so i might not have heard you because i was listening for something else. I want to hear something of monumental proportions, but i dont expect it.. i guess theres alot of build up in the anticipation while waiting for the information to make me miss things that i see as less monumental in proporation.
Whats the point of standing next to and beating on a jar you were once contained in? Was it beautiful inside? Were there distortions? In the reflection self infliction makes all too much sense. Im to blame. Youd hate me if you really saw me, youd hate who i really am. Question is who am i? I will probably convince myself of more insecurities writing this than you could think of me... and these self-imposed theories will be sanctioned by observation.
Its weird, lately ive been feeling this urge to be better in every aspect, almost a protest against that of which i oppose. I want to be nicer, or maybe just be less confrontational, because it resembles weirdness and callousness, sadly. I found ways to compromise, but its like domino effect, one leads to another. So i figured if i can learn something, i can unlearn it right? Its only a habit of the mind, its possible. If i learned that its incredibly easy to just throw something on the ground, its just as easy to learn that i can hold it for 20 more ft and throw it away, just as an example anyways. I can be a little bit nicer.. i can a little bit more like how i used to be. Lets not hold onto the past, there was a better person walking down the street late at night before than there is now. Intentions are endless, so is opportunity. Choice, i love having a choice, so much that i think i like the opportunity within choice over the outcome of my choice. Existing can be so fun sometimes.
PS what is it you have to tell me? Or have you already? If so i havnt registered it as the assumption of what i think you will tell me, so i might not have heard you because i was listening for something else. I want to hear something of monumental proportions, but i dont expect it.. i guess theres alot of build up in the anticipation while waiting for the information to make me miss things that i see as less monumental in proporation.