Sludge
I grow tired of this. The very fiber of my skin feels as though it has aged and already lived out its life. The only thing that keeps it going through are whispers of hopes. Little snipets of insiration that drag it through this needless turmoil of everyday living.
i just feel aged.. like my mind grows old inside of its still youg skull. Its quite an odd feeling i must admit. Like i am observing things from some high up place execpt for moments of ekcitement when i am called back down to witness them first hand.
Those are the moments i live for. Those few blissfull moments when thigns work and nothing is there to drive me ou of my body into my observatory. These are the moments you give to me. When my mind throws of its heavey burdens and dances inside is little cavity.
thats quite enough of that shit
-Aaron
i just feel aged.. like my mind grows old inside of its still youg skull. Its quite an odd feeling i must admit. Like i am observing things from some high up place execpt for moments of ekcitement when i am called back down to witness them first hand.
Those are the moments i live for. Those few blissfull moments when thigns work and nothing is there to drive me ou of my body into my observatory. These are the moments you give to me. When my mind throws of its heavey burdens and dances inside is little cavity.
thats quite enough of that shit
-Aaron