"Last Update 13 Weeks Ago"
Slump and rise... it's a never ending race, attempting to strive for mediocrity.
It has been a solid thirteen.
Weeks, that is, since I've cared.
Not about a GODDAMN thing.
Karma's not to fond of this kind of being.
When you try to stay static, the only way life will bring you, is down.
Pull you down, down, until you drown...in a pool of your own blood.
Wasting life is an affront to those that care... those that care are really truly the fairest of the fair. Focus and emotion, drives them through this vast ocean. Leaving the rest of us behind in our dingy of indifference....[I'm]just, hoping, to find an island so I can regain my footing, and get some sense of direction. But, has there ever really been an island? Or, have I ever really known, my toes from my dome? The sand from the sky or anything but an understanding of the vastness of the ocean, and no desire to swim towards one piece of land, for fear of getting too far from the other? Fear. I guess it is what indecision comes down to. Drown in fear...for, the middle of the ocean is at it's deepest, and plagued by the likes of the world's most monolithic and evil creatures. Fear of drowning, begot the indecision, that leaves one stranded in the middle of the ocean, too afraid to choose a land, for fear of drowning, for the indecision created by the fear, has become the undoing, itself.
Fuck fate...it's a romantic idea that helps us procrastinate our own devices.
A romantic idea, that leaves the rudder in the boat. There is only wind. Fate is a fallacy.
It has been a solid thirteen.
Weeks, that is, since I've cared.
Not about a GODDAMN thing.
Karma's not to fond of this kind of being.
When you try to stay static, the only way life will bring you, is down.
Pull you down, down, until you drown...in a pool of your own blood.
Wasting life is an affront to those that care... those that care are really truly the fairest of the fair. Focus and emotion, drives them through this vast ocean. Leaving the rest of us behind in our dingy of indifference....[I'm]just, hoping, to find an island so I can regain my footing, and get some sense of direction. But, has there ever really been an island? Or, have I ever really known, my toes from my dome? The sand from the sky or anything but an understanding of the vastness of the ocean, and no desire to swim towards one piece of land, for fear of getting too far from the other? Fear. I guess it is what indecision comes down to. Drown in fear...for, the middle of the ocean is at it's deepest, and plagued by the likes of the world's most monolithic and evil creatures. Fear of drowning, begot the indecision, that leaves one stranded in the middle of the ocean, too afraid to choose a land, for fear of drowning, for the indecision created by the fear, has become the undoing, itself.
Fuck fate...it's a romantic idea that helps us procrastinate our own devices.
A romantic idea, that leaves the rudder in the boat. There is only wind. Fate is a fallacy.