(no subject)
It's pretty tough to keep up with my lifestyle it seems. Early mornings are deal breakers with society; yet I crawl into the hum drum world of retail consumerism so that I can continue the lifestyle that fights such mediocrity. Buy into the system so that you can fuel your abilities to destroy it I suppose.
I can't honestly tell you the last time I ate, bathed, shaved, drank, clean... come to think of it, I can't really remember anything that involves a basic level of survival or maintenance. I am burned out, hungover, washed up, fallen down, passed out, crawling on the floor to greet the next sun rising, mutated excuse for inspired human existence. And yet I seem okay with that.
The girl of my dreams has once again occupied exactly that, my dreams. I know I am hers as I always was, and now I feel as if she is mine again too. There is no ability in the strength of man to keep her though. She is the entity of human freedom and existence. I don't think I could ever fully capture her so much as observe her if she allows it. There is a strange power to her that men have written about before, but few ever feel and understand. There is futility in trying to understand such perfection, so instead I merely smile until it hurts and accept the fact that I love her unconditionally for reasons I may never know. She is happiness.
I haven't written in livejournal for a long time. It has lost its appeal. I value the secrecy of my mind rather than the acceptance or criticism of a few. With that being said, I shall terminate any attention given to livejournal. And this shall be my last entry until I begin publicly writing again. The hiatus shall be indefinite regardless. So I wish any readers happy thoughts and for a few, good luck in trying to find insight into my mind.
Until the Accident will.
I can't honestly tell you the last time I ate, bathed, shaved, drank, clean... come to think of it, I can't really remember anything that involves a basic level of survival or maintenance. I am burned out, hungover, washed up, fallen down, passed out, crawling on the floor to greet the next sun rising, mutated excuse for inspired human existence. And yet I seem okay with that.
The girl of my dreams has once again occupied exactly that, my dreams. I know I am hers as I always was, and now I feel as if she is mine again too. There is no ability in the strength of man to keep her though. She is the entity of human freedom and existence. I don't think I could ever fully capture her so much as observe her if she allows it. There is a strange power to her that men have written about before, but few ever feel and understand. There is futility in trying to understand such perfection, so instead I merely smile until it hurts and accept the fact that I love her unconditionally for reasons I may never know. She is happiness.
I haven't written in livejournal for a long time. It has lost its appeal. I value the secrecy of my mind rather than the acceptance or criticism of a few. With that being said, I shall terminate any attention given to livejournal. And this shall be my last entry until I begin publicly writing again. The hiatus shall be indefinite regardless. So I wish any readers happy thoughts and for a few, good luck in trying to find insight into my mind.
Until the Accident will.