fuck thys
Yap...I never write here anymore...too much emotion of all sorts attached to this place but I gotta say thys.
When was the last time u carved a journal entry into urself? if ever? Life...ya, that thing we are aware of....it's so in the now...event hough our brains spend so much time on how to react to something that has already past... I know we still live in the now....no matter who we are.
BUT DAMN GINA!!!!! I just finished carving a reversing polarity spiral into my right arm...to match my infinity that is carved into meh left arm by a fellow muse.
Guiding the scalpel and slowly trailing it deeply across my skin... like a flash flood river....I felt so much resonance that I have only found in lucid dreaming....rush over me.
The night before I meditated and many faces came to me, bright eyed full of fire, desperately trying to show me an answer to a riddle I had long forgotten I sought.
Sh[i]t... life has been intense lately...on so many levels...and all I can do is think of shit like the dew in the room after my grandad died and
....sunrises....
what is going to be my last thought before i die? what is going to be my first thought after I am dead? I have decided I am life... in all senses of the word...until I die...and u now what?
I dont care how I die...it is how I have lived that matters to me...energy is fucking energy and it never dies....that's why I love death so much
...transitions...
change....
I love change and I don't give a fuck what anyone thinks about it...or how they see it...I see change/chaos for what it is on a microcosm and macrocosm level...our brains...they are used to so much more...so why wait...
explode into thys fuckers :P
When was the last time u carved a journal entry into urself? if ever? Life...ya, that thing we are aware of....it's so in the now...event hough our brains spend so much time on how to react to something that has already past... I know we still live in the now....no matter who we are.
BUT DAMN GINA!!!!! I just finished carving a reversing polarity spiral into my right arm...to match my infinity that is carved into meh left arm by a fellow muse.
Guiding the scalpel and slowly trailing it deeply across my skin... like a flash flood river....I felt so much resonance that I have only found in lucid dreaming....rush over me.
The night before I meditated and many faces came to me, bright eyed full of fire, desperately trying to show me an answer to a riddle I had long forgotten I sought.
Sh[i]t... life has been intense lately...on so many levels...and all I can do is think of shit like the dew in the room after my grandad died and
....sunrises....
what is going to be my last thought before i die? what is going to be my first thought after I am dead? I have decided I am life... in all senses of the word...until I die...and u now what?
I dont care how I die...it is how I have lived that matters to me...energy is fucking energy and it never dies....that's why I love death so much
...transitions...
change....
I love change and I don't give a fuck what anyone thinks about it...or how they see it...I see change/chaos for what it is on a microcosm and macrocosm level...our brains...they are used to so much more...so why wait...
explode into thys fuckers :P