observation #209
The eves of my mind torrent down the culmination of the green road ahead, citing butterflies and lady bugs under the currents of my ocean. Yellow doom buggies sing songs of the farewell of lost lovers, wreaking a havoc incomprehensibley cynical and redundant. Paying close attention to the signs on the road, one sees the aura of glass menageries climbing up the vines of fruition. Grasping tightly to the reigns of youth, one can't help but wonder...
Why do people write crap like this?
Who sent the memo that stated that this is the way to write if you're a self-proclaimed artist?
he/she needs to fart out the hot air in his/her head.
It always bothered me when people write this fluffy crap. Few people in the world can get away with this kind of writing because they can execute it correctly. Mixing the right ingredients to make a delicious symbolism cake. Isn't the idea behind good writing based around it's ability to make others understand what the writer is trying to say/ way they feel? Just because a piece of writing confuses you doesn't necessarily mean it was written well, it just means this person obviously was taught these big words once. Sometimes you can even tell that they learned most of them from people who can use the words correctly and they mimic these people.
Sometimes, it's just easier to say that your lonely... not that you're in a vacant lot of unappreciated agony.
(as always, this is not based on anyone in particular or even anyone on my friends list... it is merely another one of those midday observations)