my car ride was a metaphor

[anabooze]

circles and circles. my concentration is limited and infinite. so, i've came up with questions that only branched off to an infinite number of more questions in the past 5 hours or so. ?. yes, a monstrous question mark is amused at my mental puzzlement. can death be a new beginning? can the mind possibly be imperfect and live to seek perfection? is power everlasting? possibilities are infinite. ultimate question: where are we going? ultimate answer: there is no destination. we only move on. existance will never end. conformity is your comfort zone. i feel that my wellbeing is having control and holding onto strength, where ecstacy takes over. but, where does strength come from? faith. where does faith come from? now it's all bullshit. am i my own master? i fucking hope so. (the asian films make sense now). then, i just realized: the theory of being your own master refreshes one's soul. and, still I would like one simple, yet wonderful, fucking answer. yet, I'm enjoying this ride...on a never-ending brain wave. But, i want a comfort zone, a fucking answer. questions are like circles. because circles lack destination, i have shit for theories. i'll return to my comfort zone shortly, i'm sure. i'm ranting off to nowhere-land. i feel like a crazy person! maybe we are all crazy people! and, maybe drugs aren't personally my favorite.

ps: i'm also spine-chilled knowing that you and I are evolving.