fucking christ
It is the desire to purge myself of everything I feel.
I just wrote this nice long rambling post about nothing. and then lost it. so instead this is all you get.
A jumble. A thick sloppy mess. A magnetic ball of confusion that attracts each passing dilemma. A sordid compilation of memories, fear, and ambition. Filled with anxiety. A jungle of tall mystical trees and short beautiful shrubbery. Lively creatures, small and large, scurrying to and fro, never sure whether to come or go. An abstract painting with an array of colors and images. People question, ponder, and dispute what the artist meant. In truth, even the artist doesn't know. A confusing map where one road is indistinguishable from the next. The rotting stump of an old chopped down maple tree. There is so much history, yet very few truly understand it. The human mind is compiled of so many complex cells and mechanisms, emotions and chemicals. Yet it fails to lend meaning to the most simple of life's little queries.
I just wrote this nice long rambling post about nothing. and then lost it. so instead this is all you get.
A jumble. A thick sloppy mess. A magnetic ball of confusion that attracts each passing dilemma. A sordid compilation of memories, fear, and ambition. Filled with anxiety. A jungle of tall mystical trees and short beautiful shrubbery. Lively creatures, small and large, scurrying to and fro, never sure whether to come or go. An abstract painting with an array of colors and images. People question, ponder, and dispute what the artist meant. In truth, even the artist doesn't know. A confusing map where one road is indistinguishable from the next. The rotting stump of an old chopped down maple tree. There is so much history, yet very few truly understand it. The human mind is compiled of so many complex cells and mechanisms, emotions and chemicals. Yet it fails to lend meaning to the most simple of life's little queries.