Moment Walls moments wall momentswalls&futures
Good luck comprehending my ramble~
I've been giving myself away- to create an illusion that my body sends to my brain. I'm dead to myself but alive and well for the people who wish to do what they will with me. It's disgusting. I'm disgusting. I'm disgusted, with everything, everyone, and my disgusting self. It is so hard to find any faith in anything but the very moments that stand the test of time, the moments that mold the future. The moments where you care about nothing but the way that moment makes you feel and the moments where you put a wall up against your future and just stop caring. The moments where the timely laws of life puts you infront of that wall and you will try to do whatever it takes to tear that fucking wall down.. to fix those very moments - and you realize that you will never, ever, be able to grasp those moments. again. They are gone and you find yourself looking for anything that got pushed infront of that invisible, evil fucking wall with you. Except: not everything withstands the weight of time, and no hearts beat the same, and they change- just like everything else- that will continue to race past you in the speed of light. In the speed of your life.
I've been giving myself away- to create an illusion that my body sends to my brain. I'm dead to myself but alive and well for the people who wish to do what they will with me. It's disgusting. I'm disgusting. I'm disgusted, with everything, everyone, and my disgusting self. It is so hard to find any faith in anything but the very moments that stand the test of time, the moments that mold the future. The moments where you care about nothing but the way that moment makes you feel and the moments where you put a wall up against your future and just stop caring. The moments where the timely laws of life puts you infront of that wall and you will try to do whatever it takes to tear that fucking wall down.. to fix those very moments - and you realize that you will never, ever, be able to grasp those moments. again. They are gone and you find yourself looking for anything that got pushed infront of that invisible, evil fucking wall with you. Except: not everything withstands the weight of time, and no hearts beat the same, and they change- just like everything else- that will continue to race past you in the speed of light. In the speed of your life.