Lifes never ending mystery?
I find it interesting how much like Tim Burton films are becoming like life. I know it's a nerdy thing to say .. but it's oddly true.
The world lacks color and beauty. Beauty can only be found in past events, past lives, past past past. The present is dull and mundane. Nobody is around anymore. Life is horribly lonely.
Then of course there is that one person, that one confident that you feel you can trust. That you feel you have. Of course, closer to the end of the plot (nay, your life) you find out that they're a liar. Untrustworthy, un.. everything. There total perfect facade is one built carefully out of lies to either achieve something, get something, or be someone that they very badly want to be. Unfairly, they then move onto bigger and better things, prettier things, happier things; a brand new target. Which leaves you in the unfortunate place of being alone and hurt. Tiny and insignificant.
Of course, you can't blame them. That wouldn't be right. Becuase somewhere, sometime in there own life, they've been wronged by someone trying to achieve the big and beautiful. Be it in childhood buillies, uncaring partners, uncaring parents, siblings, friends, your own self.. the list goes on. Everyone uses everyone as a step ladder.
You'll never reach the top... fools...
The one grain of beauty is simply misunderstood. Something ugly, or tormented, or mute, deaf, dumb, blind. Something so completely abstract, such as a daisy growing out the ground - is really the only beauty left in todays world. Which is quickly ground up by a lawn mower.
So why even bother. Why wake up alone in a strange grey world. Wake up to do the same fucking thing day in and day out. Get up, shower, walk to school... a lonely trip while watching your neighbors consume (just driving past the bottle depo makes me sick), get to school, learn something for the sake of just.. knowing..., go home, sit alone for the night, or in a vain attempt to be happy, try and do something. Go home. Alone. Curl up in bed. Alone. If it's a good day you can get to sleep without crying. Unlikely you'll get to sleep without clinging to a pillow for dear life...
Of course, just to complicate things, there is always the option of going to bed with someone else. But that always complicates things. Ruins friendships, complicates friendships, creates bad friendships, reinforces bad habits.
What the fuck is the point?
I don't want to die... But I'm tired of being alive. If that makes sense. It's all one long chore that never seems to get finished :(.
The world lacks color and beauty. Beauty can only be found in past events, past lives, past past past. The present is dull and mundane. Nobody is around anymore. Life is horribly lonely.
Then of course there is that one person, that one confident that you feel you can trust. That you feel you have. Of course, closer to the end of the plot (nay, your life) you find out that they're a liar. Untrustworthy, un.. everything. There total perfect facade is one built carefully out of lies to either achieve something, get something, or be someone that they very badly want to be. Unfairly, they then move onto bigger and better things, prettier things, happier things; a brand new target. Which leaves you in the unfortunate place of being alone and hurt. Tiny and insignificant.
Of course, you can't blame them. That wouldn't be right. Becuase somewhere, sometime in there own life, they've been wronged by someone trying to achieve the big and beautiful. Be it in childhood buillies, uncaring partners, uncaring parents, siblings, friends, your own self.. the list goes on. Everyone uses everyone as a step ladder.
You'll never reach the top... fools...
The one grain of beauty is simply misunderstood. Something ugly, or tormented, or mute, deaf, dumb, blind. Something so completely abstract, such as a daisy growing out the ground - is really the only beauty left in todays world. Which is quickly ground up by a lawn mower.
So why even bother. Why wake up alone in a strange grey world. Wake up to do the same fucking thing day in and day out. Get up, shower, walk to school... a lonely trip while watching your neighbors consume (just driving past the bottle depo makes me sick), get to school, learn something for the sake of just.. knowing..., go home, sit alone for the night, or in a vain attempt to be happy, try and do something. Go home. Alone. Curl up in bed. Alone. If it's a good day you can get to sleep without crying. Unlikely you'll get to sleep without clinging to a pillow for dear life...
Of course, just to complicate things, there is always the option of going to bed with someone else. But that always complicates things. Ruins friendships, complicates friendships, creates bad friendships, reinforces bad habits.
What the fuck is the point?
I don't want to die... But I'm tired of being alive. If that makes sense. It's all one long chore that never seems to get finished :(.