the hardest button to button
...lust is my enemy...at times, my only companion...lust is the final drop of yearning delivered to no one...lust is a time bomb w/out a future...a past one can't recollect...lust is an unwanted child...a man burried alive...lust is a hole in the ocean...a door w/out a room...a memory w/out a place...a drop of rain in a world w/ no gravity...lust is the very root of my pitch for emptiness...my pass for false innocense...it is everything i hope to destroy...simply...by doing nothing
...saw a movie t'night w/ my friend reece...'rivers and tides'...was very simple and based around the art of a scottish man i can't seem to recall at the moment...then again, i never have been able to memorize anyone's name until after about a week of knowing em...anywho...was beautiful and made you feel so at ease w/ your artistic ability...he was so driven for his own personal touch in everything that you couldn't find fault in it...no matter how 'meaningless' it seemed compared to curing cancer or aids...the man loved what he did and said he grew w/ the art everyday of his life...the basic gist of what i got from him was how he explained the cycles of nature...how much he needed it and how much it didn't need him...how it would always give and take as it pleased and that it was only the wise who would benefit from this...
eh...its rather dull of me to go on any longer w/ the obvious fact of me not knowing his name...but that's not important...his face is lodged into me mind forever and his beliefs aren't far behind either
and just because i can...and want to...
*gives everyone a big, long, warm hug*
i'd give eskimo kisses but a lot of people i've noticed don't look toohighly upon those
peace all...
...saw a movie t'night w/ my friend reece...'rivers and tides'...was very simple and based around the art of a scottish man i can't seem to recall at the moment...then again, i never have been able to memorize anyone's name until after about a week of knowing em...anywho...was beautiful and made you feel so at ease w/ your artistic ability...he was so driven for his own personal touch in everything that you couldn't find fault in it...no matter how 'meaningless' it seemed compared to curing cancer or aids...the man loved what he did and said he grew w/ the art everyday of his life...the basic gist of what i got from him was how he explained the cycles of nature...how much he needed it and how much it didn't need him...how it would always give and take as it pleased and that it was only the wise who would benefit from this...
eh...its rather dull of me to go on any longer w/ the obvious fact of me not knowing his name...but that's not important...his face is lodged into me mind forever and his beliefs aren't far behind either
and just because i can...and want to...
*gives everyone a big, long, warm hug*
i'd give eskimo kisses but a lot of people i've noticed don't look toohighly upon those
peace all...