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I've noticed that what is commonly known as the 'subconscious' holds a tighter reign on me than I had ever imagined. This is only really proven if you know how I work, so I'll give a few examples.
I used to have a pretty tight grip on my reputation (you could call me defensive or whatever, I just knew precisely what I could say to certain people); it was a reason for my falling out with quite a few friends who didn't know how to keep their mouths shut. I now realize that I really didn't have any reason to be so paranoid, but it's easy enough to forget all the reasons to wait it out when you're faced with such overwhelming imagined-states.
Second example lies in my 'heart condition'. I've got a couple acronyms, SVT and WPWS. People in the know will recognize those, I'll...
I never finished writing about this. I'll jump back later.
for now, read more things I can't remember writing.
i've got a place inside my head
it tells me everything i've said
yea...
i've got a place inside my heart
it keeps me cold and feeds my art, oh no
nine months waiting, but only to see
that we're all just little rowboats at sea,
and the only thing holding us back
is the cold realization that death is
a sickness too easily caught,
a drink too quickly bought.
the slow fade-out...
it really is more abrupt than they make it out to seem.
it's not because you weren't prepared
(though maybe it is);
it's moreso because
you've spent each day after birth thinking
you'll never reach 'that day'.
you know that day...
the one your friends tell you about
only because they think they could fly past it
and your parents warn you about
only because they're hoping to be closer than you ever will be.
if you're lucky, you'll see the sunset before evening falls.
if not, then i wouldn't vouch against meeting a few wolves out there.
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
you caught me yesterday
shrugging off my day in the natural light
call me out
as many times as you may
you pave the road
i'm using to walk away
I used to have a pretty tight grip on my reputation (you could call me defensive or whatever, I just knew precisely what I could say to certain people); it was a reason for my falling out with quite a few friends who didn't know how to keep their mouths shut. I now realize that I really didn't have any reason to be so paranoid, but it's easy enough to forget all the reasons to wait it out when you're faced with such overwhelming imagined-states.
Second example lies in my 'heart condition'. I've got a couple acronyms, SVT and WPWS. People in the know will recognize those, I'll...
I never finished writing about this. I'll jump back later.
for now, read more things I can't remember writing.
i've got a place inside my head
it tells me everything i've said
yea...
i've got a place inside my heart
it keeps me cold and feeds my art, oh no
nine months waiting, but only to see
that we're all just little rowboats at sea,
and the only thing holding us back
is the cold realization that death is
a sickness too easily caught,
a drink too quickly bought.
the slow fade-out...
it really is more abrupt than they make it out to seem.
it's not because you weren't prepared
(though maybe it is);
it's moreso because
you've spent each day after birth thinking
you'll never reach 'that day'.
you know that day...
the one your friends tell you about
only because they think they could fly past it
and your parents warn you about
only because they're hoping to be closer than you ever will be.
if you're lucky, you'll see the sunset before evening falls.
if not, then i wouldn't vouch against meeting a few wolves out there.
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
you caught me yesterday
shrugging off my day in the natural light
call me out
as many times as you may
you pave the road
i'm using to walk away