Jun 08, 2006 14:08
Sorrounded by influences; effected by al, touched by none. Or is the other way; touched by all, effected by none? My influences take me, spin me in a blender, crush me and make me something new. Once transformation is complete I wish to escape. Who wants to be a melted margeurita? I search to repeat the process, star a new yet again. Drop all I know. Am I running away?
Why do I need human contact? I wish to be happy enough with myself that I am the only company I need. Am I incapable, or unwilling? Both, neither, the first, no the latter. All of the above. I will embrace you then kick you, love you then hate you. I am a contrediction that is not at all paradoxycle. An oxymoron that makes perfect sense. A fly with out wings. No better yet, a cowgirl trying to laso the moon.
I will always be lonely, but never alone. That's how people like me are. I'l be the margeurita, the life of the party, that's always looking to the stars.
Going back to basics. Paper and pen instead of computer. Carnal need relaces emotional drivel. ( A bold statement I know but one of pure honnesty and yes, despiration)
And so I ask myself will any othe this be relevant tomorow?
After al, the only thing constant is change.