When trees have no leaves...
Dear (Your Name Here),
I never use this thing anymore. It just never crosses my mind to come to this website because it's like it stopped existing. That kind of sucks, especially when I have a lot on my mind. But like writing it down ever did anything for me in the past. It's a solemn rage. It's an angry depression. It's a frustration so engulfing that I can hardly feel my heart beat anymore. Sometimes I wonder if it does beat all day long, for there are moments when I feel so lifeless that I just wonder if I'm not part of somebody else's dream that they're having while they're dreaming, and maybe within a dream on top of that. Would such a manifestation have a heartbeat 24/7? Would it use LiveJournal? Would it see patterns, try and change them, or just be part of them? Am I really in purgatory? Is this actually like a videogame, and I'm supposed to wander around fields as I would in some tedious RPG until I find a trinket or a key that will shoo my problems away and help me beat this overwhelming boss (or, more to my dismay, this mini-boss) named "Failure"? Why is the world trying to simplify things when they only become more complicated, regardless if you touch them or not? Why is there a side of almost every house that just doesn't grow anything; no grass, no trees, no life, nothing? Why do we do things like mow the lawn or eat or make money or cheer ourselves up? When will anyone see anything for what it really is? Why do we try at the wrong things? Why do we speak of the wrong things? Why is it that things need to be heard? Why do we think some things should not be heard or spoken of? Why didn't you see me? Where are we in the galaxy, or universe, or realm of reality? Isn't it funny that babies look calmly at mobiles, which in a way represent systems and ideas we'll never understand? Why do we search for the root of an answer and leave the tree for someone else to explore (or cut down)? How am I efficient at typing when the formation of letters on the keyboard seem completely foreign to me? Is there really a tomorrow or future since time is so arbitrary? Why did I type all this and why are you reading it? Why does the sun still shine but I sense it not in my eyes, nor my heart, nor my soul? Why personify a person if they're the composition of particles? Why break down a person into particles if they have a soul? I must go for I am hungry. What did I tell you? It didn't work.
-Doug
I never use this thing anymore. It just never crosses my mind to come to this website because it's like it stopped existing. That kind of sucks, especially when I have a lot on my mind. But like writing it down ever did anything for me in the past. It's a solemn rage. It's an angry depression. It's a frustration so engulfing that I can hardly feel my heart beat anymore. Sometimes I wonder if it does beat all day long, for there are moments when I feel so lifeless that I just wonder if I'm not part of somebody else's dream that they're having while they're dreaming, and maybe within a dream on top of that. Would such a manifestation have a heartbeat 24/7? Would it use LiveJournal? Would it see patterns, try and change them, or just be part of them? Am I really in purgatory? Is this actually like a videogame, and I'm supposed to wander around fields as I would in some tedious RPG until I find a trinket or a key that will shoo my problems away and help me beat this overwhelming boss (or, more to my dismay, this mini-boss) named "Failure"? Why is the world trying to simplify things when they only become more complicated, regardless if you touch them or not? Why is there a side of almost every house that just doesn't grow anything; no grass, no trees, no life, nothing? Why do we do things like mow the lawn or eat or make money or cheer ourselves up? When will anyone see anything for what it really is? Why do we try at the wrong things? Why do we speak of the wrong things? Why is it that things need to be heard? Why do we think some things should not be heard or spoken of? Why didn't you see me? Where are we in the galaxy, or universe, or realm of reality? Isn't it funny that babies look calmly at mobiles, which in a way represent systems and ideas we'll never understand? Why do we search for the root of an answer and leave the tree for someone else to explore (or cut down)? How am I efficient at typing when the formation of letters on the keyboard seem completely foreign to me? Is there really a tomorrow or future since time is so arbitrary? Why did I type all this and why are you reading it? Why does the sun still shine but I sense it not in my eyes, nor my heart, nor my soul? Why personify a person if they're the composition of particles? Why break down a person into particles if they have a soul? I must go for I am hungry. What did I tell you? It didn't work.
-Doug