bordom
Life has become an utterly unpredictable master.
He deceives me to the wolves far long before I can hide. Confusion is a particularly common word in my world.
I awake to the birds chirping outside my window sill as though spring were beginning to arise as buds in the trees full of new growth.
But I continue to look further outside the window and the trees have just started to become naked and barren.
This task master that holds the keys to all that ages and laughs at us when we fall has become my arch nemesis.
He scoffs at me as he holds the keys just beyond arms reach.
I have been bound by the chains of reasoning that I cannot look past what is real and explore imaginings far more logical that what has become rule and real. Sometime I have to learn to walk blindly before I can learn to see.
But I am too untrusting to let go of reality.
Do not be tricked by my outgoing and seemingly trusting mannerisms.
My friendly disposition is just to gain a friend nothing more.
No one really will know me without my permission. Although I have a plan; a goal, I will continue to greet these unknown faces that I pass to give a test that people are open to break the patterns of their mind. However I find that it is the people who are testing me. I would have thought that I would surely pass the test that I have set, yet I fail beautifully.
I have become a fragment of what people may consider the last goodness from the world of time long ago, yet I can not live up to standards that I have set for myself. Alas, my artistic nature has begun to bud, amidst the shower of rain and thrashing of lightning.
a little wierd, yet i am alone.. what can you expect..ahaha
He deceives me to the wolves far long before I can hide. Confusion is a particularly common word in my world.
I awake to the birds chirping outside my window sill as though spring were beginning to arise as buds in the trees full of new growth.
But I continue to look further outside the window and the trees have just started to become naked and barren.
This task master that holds the keys to all that ages and laughs at us when we fall has become my arch nemesis.
He scoffs at me as he holds the keys just beyond arms reach.
I have been bound by the chains of reasoning that I cannot look past what is real and explore imaginings far more logical that what has become rule and real. Sometime I have to learn to walk blindly before I can learn to see.
But I am too untrusting to let go of reality.
Do not be tricked by my outgoing and seemingly trusting mannerisms.
My friendly disposition is just to gain a friend nothing more.
No one really will know me without my permission. Although I have a plan; a goal, I will continue to greet these unknown faces that I pass to give a test that people are open to break the patterns of their mind. However I find that it is the people who are testing me. I would have thought that I would surely pass the test that I have set, yet I fail beautifully.
I have become a fragment of what people may consider the last goodness from the world of time long ago, yet I can not live up to standards that I have set for myself. Alas, my artistic nature has begun to bud, amidst the shower of rain and thrashing of lightning.
a little wierd, yet i am alone.. what can you expect..ahaha