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I appreciate a good story, I guess. But mine has been writing itself for the last three years. Right now, I'm recovering from both a broken elbow and an opiate addiction. I would blame the hospital/pharmaceutical companies for the "scurge" of prescription pill abusers but that seems again too easy. Lately again, apathy.. as it has always frequented my thoughts, the non-evolving, the non-producing, terrifies me both personally and unitedly. Personally because my dependency on someone else's money being thrown at me for licking their wounds prevents me from immediately satisfying the constant bashing inside of my brain, the ideas that are actually beginning to drive me insane.
Unitedly because we are a selfish and arrogant youth. And as I descend further into the depths of adulthood, the plunge of giving in and maneuvering your way up.. I feel myself unearthing every part of me connected to a place, to a ground or a sky or the earth where I lay, to a light and warmth that I can't seem to feel.
It's thought by many and I would admit to agree that life must be of ones creation. We must observe and react/reject but just learn and not alone but with one another.. and when we can, with just one.
I know now my path and what I want to convey, I know my partners and my critics. I love them all, every one.
I can't believe I'm moving again.
Unitedly because we are a selfish and arrogant youth. And as I descend further into the depths of adulthood, the plunge of giving in and maneuvering your way up.. I feel myself unearthing every part of me connected to a place, to a ground or a sky or the earth where I lay, to a light and warmth that I can't seem to feel.
It's thought by many and I would admit to agree that life must be of ones creation. We must observe and react/reject but just learn and not alone but with one another.. and when we can, with just one.
I know now my path and what I want to convey, I know my partners and my critics. I love them all, every one.
I can't believe I'm moving again.