lost, lost. (and not the show)
€€It always amazes me to discover how much more you can learn about a subject or person by way of nothing more than a closer look. In recent days i confess to subjecting more than one part of my life to such scrutiny, and came up with the last answers anyone with more than a few brain cells would pray for. Somehow it all seems commonplace in retrospect, call it karma; even though that happens to be an aspect of my life i am actively pursuing rapid change in.
Under the miscroscope everything floats to the surface
As all forms and falls, i seem to do nothing but admire it's design. Despair. Angst. The fleeting emotions will always be those that define our own individual humanity, but those same feelings draw up the worst part of me and all those observed around me.
Did anyone bring their flashlight? I'm starting to lose my way.