i wrote this last night (if you know what i mean)0.o
hey everyone- id really like if you posted comments about my journals- i want to see societies reaction. i want to hear the effect my words have on the people.
so my enlighten theory, thought, or even mind, for this journal i happen to write last night around 1am, i was sitting on the hill in my backyard listioning to words of wisdom. while on my addiction, and the moon shined so bright i was able to write it down. i woke up on my basement couch and wondered how the fuck i wrote this when there wasnt even a pen in my basement-or even paper.
i lost my passion
i lost my art.
i found my life. i found a "purpose"
i claimed my humanity, atleast for right now.
i found my enlightened art.
i found my skill.
i found my verb and it is drug.
i found my energy, and it is drug.
i felt as if commitment is addiction, but now i feel it as control.
i wish none other but to find my happiness.
i want to find my escape; my obsession continues.
when i think of my escape i feel, or even fear, that the answer is love. love... i lost that emotion when the man i found it to was the same man who took it away, no not taken away... but lost, not even by him though. i lost it myself and i really hope to seek it out. even if i did love him, that love is lost. but i seek it through another nature for moderate short periods of time to keep me sane. i seek it through my addict.
by and by these summers go. days and days pass by real slow... i continue to gather my findings i've lost. i learned tonight that they were always there. it is the adventure, the finding that makes it lost. the sequence is the trigger to the chain of events in each scene. furthering my life, finding out more group. finding more society. without the closed minds of those around me, i myself would be lost. it is society and there actions that are the cause and effect of my choices.
i thank the people around me everywhere- because its all your fault i have changed. and i will never go back.
thank you.
so my enlighten theory, thought, or even mind, for this journal i happen to write last night around 1am, i was sitting on the hill in my backyard listioning to words of wisdom. while on my addiction, and the moon shined so bright i was able to write it down. i woke up on my basement couch and wondered how the fuck i wrote this when there wasnt even a pen in my basement-or even paper.
i lost my passion
i lost my art.
i found my life. i found a "purpose"
i claimed my humanity, atleast for right now.
i found my enlightened art.
i found my skill.
i found my verb and it is drug.
i found my energy, and it is drug.
i felt as if commitment is addiction, but now i feel it as control.
i wish none other but to find my happiness.
i want to find my escape; my obsession continues.
when i think of my escape i feel, or even fear, that the answer is love. love... i lost that emotion when the man i found it to was the same man who took it away, no not taken away... but lost, not even by him though. i lost it myself and i really hope to seek it out. even if i did love him, that love is lost. but i seek it through another nature for moderate short periods of time to keep me sane. i seek it through my addict.
by and by these summers go. days and days pass by real slow... i continue to gather my findings i've lost. i learned tonight that they were always there. it is the adventure, the finding that makes it lost. the sequence is the trigger to the chain of events in each scene. furthering my life, finding out more group. finding more society. without the closed minds of those around me, i myself would be lost. it is society and there actions that are the cause and effect of my choices.
i thank the people around me everywhere- because its all your fault i have changed. and i will never go back.
thank you.