The end of...
Its the time of year again, or shall we say, its that time in my life where it begins?
I know not, for I am only human.
Woke up this morning to take leviathan out on a spin on the dark roads, under the night sky, the brilliant moon obscured by glaring clouds. And I peddaled the lonely streets, the occasional involvement of another human cut through this world with their dark head lights.
And I thought,
"Man, what is it like to be this way?" For I felt alone - like when the first semester had ended. The high I was on, the euphoric sensation of being on top of the world and laughing at the devil, the feeling that I could do anything and everything. It was gone. It was replaced by this...holyness? No, not hollowness, it was more akin that a hot air balloon had settled down on the ground, with the full potential to sail, but no air to let it do so.
Work - it's not challenging me? What can I do to challenge it?
social - they sometimes feel like work, but I enjoy it, but its all cautious.
romantics - let's us not go there,
I feel like I've been doing a battle: and this is how I stand.
What does it feel like to lose it? to lose hope? to loose the excitement of what it? Well...to highlight this point:
"Asmodi, how are you doing today?"
"I'm surviving."
I'll keep trekking on, but at times I feel lost. And don't get me wrong, I still have faith, I still have my eye on the ball, but it's hard to walk on a pier that undulated thematically with every random step.
Asmodi Out
Man - you know whats? I feel like I should be 22 again, ha! that was 6 years ago. *grump* I still wish for better times, but those times are marred in the past and impossible to get at!
I know not, for I am only human.
Woke up this morning to take leviathan out on a spin on the dark roads, under the night sky, the brilliant moon obscured by glaring clouds. And I peddaled the lonely streets, the occasional involvement of another human cut through this world with their dark head lights.
And I thought,
"Man, what is it like to be this way?" For I felt alone - like when the first semester had ended. The high I was on, the euphoric sensation of being on top of the world and laughing at the devil, the feeling that I could do anything and everything. It was gone. It was replaced by this...holyness? No, not hollowness, it was more akin that a hot air balloon had settled down on the ground, with the full potential to sail, but no air to let it do so.
Work - it's not challenging me? What can I do to challenge it?
social - they sometimes feel like work, but I enjoy it, but its all cautious.
romantics - let's us not go there,
I feel like I've been doing a battle: and this is how I stand.
What does it feel like to lose it? to lose hope? to loose the excitement of what it? Well...to highlight this point:
"Asmodi, how are you doing today?"
"I'm surviving."
I'll keep trekking on, but at times I feel lost. And don't get me wrong, I still have faith, I still have my eye on the ball, but it's hard to walk on a pier that undulated thematically with every random step.
Asmodi Out
Man - you know whats? I feel like I should be 22 again, ha! that was 6 years ago. *grump* I still wish for better times, but those times are marred in the past and impossible to get at!