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The wonder surrounding mythology has crept into my mind's cauldron that has been curiosly quiet. I think that everyone is interested in mythology at some point in their life. Everyone thinks that there is someone inside them with a sword, ready to take on a creature beyond proportions. Everyone has a lustful youth that searches for his or her lover, deperately vying for some implied affection or even a physical heart. Everyone has wings that slumber until a moment of extreme hate brings their knees to the ground and unleashes the beast, wisking them away to brood eternally. Everyone has an overbearing genius creating monstrosities to rein monstrosities. That vague possibility of living a story that will be told and considered an epic for the ages. The attraction to such power, to such peril, to such apex of mortal feuds with the infinite.
I wish I had a simpler place to put my random thoughts.
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For the sake of not making a new entry.
I've been enjoying a summer of facades. People claiming, conjuring, emulating, displaying, lying, cheating, betraying. I'm sick of it and being on the receiving end of such talents and defects, whichever you believe them to be. I don't know how to deal with some of these things but I finally realized I have nowhere to seek counsel. My parents have erected this awkward, almost retreating method of raising my sisters and I. Give them the freedom.......it's too much. I need guidance, wisdom, advice. I come to them with a problem in my mouth but keep it there because I know the extent of their advice will be an open ear and a heartfelt hug. What the fuck? What good will that do me? I need help and one of the few times I am seeking it all I am given is a bit of comfort? The few friends that I would go to for advice are the ones I need advice on.
I wish I had a simpler place to put my random thoughts.
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For the sake of not making a new entry.
I've been enjoying a summer of facades. People claiming, conjuring, emulating, displaying, lying, cheating, betraying. I'm sick of it and being on the receiving end of such talents and defects, whichever you believe them to be. I don't know how to deal with some of these things but I finally realized I have nowhere to seek counsel. My parents have erected this awkward, almost retreating method of raising my sisters and I. Give them the freedom.......it's too much. I need guidance, wisdom, advice. I come to them with a problem in my mouth but keep it there because I know the extent of their advice will be an open ear and a heartfelt hug. What the fuck? What good will that do me? I need help and one of the few times I am seeking it all I am given is a bit of comfort? The few friends that I would go to for advice are the ones I need advice on.