Capture.
I've been running down these hallways for quite some time. Narrow passages, questions the offset production of emotions that tie people to be people by some sort of common bond. Through these travels we are expiermenting into different expierences so that we can try and find what we are looking for. Everyone is looking for something; although, sometimes we don't know or realize what we are looking for. Ironically, I fall into both of these categories. Apart of me knows what I'm out there trying to find, and another part of has no clue.
Often I wonder where I stand, and it always seems to be a mixed line. Some part of me really wants to go to college, and at the moment, especially this one, I realize it's not about the college. It's about what I'm hoping to find, at a place that isn't here. What kind of people, events and other happenings. I've continued playing off of that dream that was crude and preforated with this seam that split everything in two, betraying the acts of the sides between each and every person. No person is completely of one or the other, they all fall somewhere in between; however, there motivations direct them. My motivations are timid sometimes, morbid at others, and destructive in the end. These urgencies to run down certain paths that I know would end in failure, and damages that I could not repair.
I spoke of something to Crux not long ago, involing "Karmic Balance", and my theories and thougths on maintaining "balance" within oneself. It comes to a degree in which I must say that these thoughts bend to my will so that I can do what I want, and make it apply- or at least in my mind it seems like it at the time. But it doesn't. We're looking for something you know, as for me, I am too. What I know of it, is mostly simply understanding why and what I've been doing, as well as "their" motivations and routes. I find these things interesting, and nonetheless peculiar to my own.
He asked me a few months ago, when I flipped my rocker one night, "who it was", and I never answered. It's known to me, and it may be known to the party involved, but it doesn't matter. My interactions without the individual aren't always the best, but I'm attempting to show what I said I would. A Cerulean Sky will bring us home. A beast of morbid men, bodes to eyes of resemblence to there carrier, each morphed and crafted by the conflicting sides. No resolution comes from a solid mind alone.
I fear I'll never make sense to anyone most of the time. And a great deal of the time, I get full of myself, or at least it seems. Calm Days and Euphoric Zephyr Tides, with no ill will. I find that here, oddly. I am choatic, and quite often it gets the better of me, and runs far ahead. Every person has the ability to create and destroy, and everyone person knows one much better than the other.
Their eye rings burst, and bloody N's gave pursuit followed by empty O's. And I never could say no.
Often I wonder where I stand, and it always seems to be a mixed line. Some part of me really wants to go to college, and at the moment, especially this one, I realize it's not about the college. It's about what I'm hoping to find, at a place that isn't here. What kind of people, events and other happenings. I've continued playing off of that dream that was crude and preforated with this seam that split everything in two, betraying the acts of the sides between each and every person. No person is completely of one or the other, they all fall somewhere in between; however, there motivations direct them. My motivations are timid sometimes, morbid at others, and destructive in the end. These urgencies to run down certain paths that I know would end in failure, and damages that I could not repair.
I spoke of something to Crux not long ago, involing "Karmic Balance", and my theories and thougths on maintaining "balance" within oneself. It comes to a degree in which I must say that these thoughts bend to my will so that I can do what I want, and make it apply- or at least in my mind it seems like it at the time. But it doesn't. We're looking for something you know, as for me, I am too. What I know of it, is mostly simply understanding why and what I've been doing, as well as "their" motivations and routes. I find these things interesting, and nonetheless peculiar to my own.
He asked me a few months ago, when I flipped my rocker one night, "who it was", and I never answered. It's known to me, and it may be known to the party involved, but it doesn't matter. My interactions without the individual aren't always the best, but I'm attempting to show what I said I would. A Cerulean Sky will bring us home. A beast of morbid men, bodes to eyes of resemblence to there carrier, each morphed and crafted by the conflicting sides. No resolution comes from a solid mind alone.
I fear I'll never make sense to anyone most of the time. And a great deal of the time, I get full of myself, or at least it seems. Calm Days and Euphoric Zephyr Tides, with no ill will. I find that here, oddly. I am choatic, and quite often it gets the better of me, and runs far ahead. Every person has the ability to create and destroy, and everyone person knows one much better than the other.
Their eye rings burst, and bloody N's gave pursuit followed by empty O's. And I never could say no.