And on to you, dear larva.

Jan 06, 2009 17:53

So I'm sitting here thinking about a lot of shit.
Who are
Where am
Why is
What for
How can

Among other things.
I'm sad.
I think.
I don't understand how I got this far.
No, not sad. Scared I think? Frightened maybe.
I'm afraid of [writes the word life with a pen and circles it]
It looks at me and gives me happiness.
I take said happiness and I evaluate what it's purpose is.
There is nothing more terrifying than to go into the deep layers of the happiness.
It almost stops being happy.
Starts turning into a...
well, if pedophile could be a word, it would be 'Happiness'.
At least when you hit like... layer 8.
[paratime]

Who's right is it to encompass our priorities but our own? Why take it all and label it with a word, a word in which has no real joyful meaning. Infact, take every word that enables emotion. Really thinkg about it... about what that word makes you feel. Stick the pros and the cons.
I came up with nothing short of, 'well shit. I feel the same as I did before.'

People look at certain things with distaste or fear but they never take the time to go through it all and find it's beginning.

Alone> not> intimacy> feelings> happiness> commitment> responsibilities> future> trapt> lies> sadness> failing> alone.

It's a terrible circle of hell. And we all want a piece of it.
I don't want to feel things. I don't want to like this. I don't want to enjoy life. It's less boring when negativity ruled my world.

How do I turn?
If only being happy was less complicated.
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