...beyond your imagination...
Long time, no post. There are, and has been more so lately, so many things to concentrate on.
I'm feeble today..waiting for my next day to be whole..waiting to breathe comfortably again. Maybe this Monday i'll be able to breathe easier, or maybe i'll waste my life behind a counter.
Unleash the dogs of war, stare through the fan, i've accomplished many things. If I ever came across the fountain of youth i'd piss in it. Some have told me that I am "wise for my age". I say, "No, I'm wise as a consequence of my years". Age is less than a number, it's a state of mind. It's a deception of our actions, it is an excuse. Everything is a phase, right down to this livejournal, but love is not. Therefore, I say that love is ageless. Today...days like today, i'm left feeling timeless. Not getting better with age, nor decaying in respects to time, but without the actual movement of the sky. Everything's on a standstill for me...waiting for me to breathe again-giving the cue to resume its performance. I applaud the stars and shout "encore!" from the crowd.
If I were an inanimate object, i'd be a wind chime. It compliments nature in a subtle and reverent way. It thrives off of the wind, much like I do with reguards to the rain, so I have decided that I want a beautifully colored one on my back porch when I get my own house, or maybe in the corner of my room.
All the wealth of the world could not buy an experience. So, I think i'll go search for a four leaf clover and claim myself as the more fortunate person alive.
I'm feeble today..waiting for my next day to be whole..waiting to breathe comfortably again. Maybe this Monday i'll be able to breathe easier, or maybe i'll waste my life behind a counter.
Unleash the dogs of war, stare through the fan, i've accomplished many things. If I ever came across the fountain of youth i'd piss in it. Some have told me that I am "wise for my age". I say, "No, I'm wise as a consequence of my years". Age is less than a number, it's a state of mind. It's a deception of our actions, it is an excuse. Everything is a phase, right down to this livejournal, but love is not. Therefore, I say that love is ageless. Today...days like today, i'm left feeling timeless. Not getting better with age, nor decaying in respects to time, but without the actual movement of the sky. Everything's on a standstill for me...waiting for me to breathe again-giving the cue to resume its performance. I applaud the stars and shout "encore!" from the crowd.
If I were an inanimate object, i'd be a wind chime. It compliments nature in a subtle and reverent way. It thrives off of the wind, much like I do with reguards to the rain, so I have decided that I want a beautifully colored one on my back porch when I get my own house, or maybe in the corner of my room.
All the wealth of the world could not buy an experience. So, I think i'll go search for a four leaf clover and claim myself as the more fortunate person alive.