(no subject)
Friends, we are really no longer children.
I am fighting the force inside me that reduces me to nothing more than social games.
I have already gone to waste.
Because there is so much more information now, though it is fleeting, there is no platform from which to make a claim.
The thing with you, parasite, is that when you suck your prey dry, you must either move on or die yourself. And I am not entirely sure if we would not clutch you closer to our chests if you signaled intention to lift your weight.
One day, maybe soon, there will come a time when we will embrace this sanity. For it is SANITY that we now try to hide.
In a very strange way, all my hypocracy gives me a particular form of power - in that, I never truly believe any part of myself. I am therefore free to irrationally await some sort of universal approval, while at the same time disdaining it.
Ive recently read that "modesty is the first sign and prerequisite of true education." It revealed to me that I am meant for such stringent and regulated study. I must be humbled and look in awe upon my tutor - and in abnegation keep silent until I have absorbed all there is to absorb.
I suspect that I could be made of fire.
We are century long steps. Sometimes a little less.
I am not so sure if I believe all the things that are said to have happened. Basically because I question the character of the people who told them to me.
Mother, we whip you mercilessly in hopes of evoking a scream - even if it is ours. There must ultimatley come an act that will serve an end. Please let it be so.
I am much too detached to ever really lose it.
Acceptance of everything, even acceptance of the fact that I may not accept everyting, has paralyzed me. I am not yet sure if that is a good or a bad thing.
I am fighting the force inside me that reduces me to nothing more than social games.
I have already gone to waste.
Because there is so much more information now, though it is fleeting, there is no platform from which to make a claim.
The thing with you, parasite, is that when you suck your prey dry, you must either move on or die yourself. And I am not entirely sure if we would not clutch you closer to our chests if you signaled intention to lift your weight.
One day, maybe soon, there will come a time when we will embrace this sanity. For it is SANITY that we now try to hide.
In a very strange way, all my hypocracy gives me a particular form of power - in that, I never truly believe any part of myself. I am therefore free to irrationally await some sort of universal approval, while at the same time disdaining it.
Ive recently read that "modesty is the first sign and prerequisite of true education." It revealed to me that I am meant for such stringent and regulated study. I must be humbled and look in awe upon my tutor - and in abnegation keep silent until I have absorbed all there is to absorb.
I suspect that I could be made of fire.
We are century long steps. Sometimes a little less.
I am not so sure if I believe all the things that are said to have happened. Basically because I question the character of the people who told them to me.
Mother, we whip you mercilessly in hopes of evoking a scream - even if it is ours. There must ultimatley come an act that will serve an end. Please let it be so.
I am much too detached to ever really lose it.
Acceptance of everything, even acceptance of the fact that I may not accept everyting, has paralyzed me. I am not yet sure if that is a good or a bad thing.