How is a raven like a writing desk?
It's been a long couple of days and it will only get worse as the week progresses. Hopefully by next week things will be looking up a bit. Usually, when I start getting lost in my head, I find that writing it out helps. The only problem is, when I write it out, it's in a style called Stream Of Conciousness, which is often very confusing to follow, even when it's by the most simple-minded or clear-headed people. You see, in SoC, there are no rules to the way you write. If your thoughts change direction mid-sentence or even mid-word, then so be it. I'll probably spend about tenminutes or so writing, so it might get pretty long... You may not want to read this if you get easily confused...
It all starts with a whisper. the sound of silence is far from quiet and often sends one into delusions and fantasies in worls of their own. it amazes me how i'm the one with megalomania and im managing to keep myself in reality, but youre the one who is only just dreaming, but youre giving everything you have to your dreams. its frustrating and i want to yell at you give you directions and tell you to start thinking but i know you wont listen because butterflies dont have ears or maybe they do. they dont follow orders or have a leader. fireflies are members of groups. they adults dont eat anything or drink anything they live for a few weeks and its a tragic end but there isnothing anyone can do or say to make them last any longer. dragons and lions and orion among the clouds like the wolf among the sheep threatening to take down anything that moves or might get in its way. its hungry and looking for prey most anything will do, but nothing is convenient enough because eveyrthing is displayed before it practically on a silver platter and it hates having everything given to it. it likes a challenge like a girl loves a poem and a song. it was her first one she'd ever wrote fully and she's treasured it since. the newscast. forever she lives, forever it will die. everything is always dying, but theres nothing we can do to stop it. we try and last as long as we can but ultimately the end has already reached us and somewhere in time we are long gone, never to return. some may last for a short while as naught but a memory while others last decades centuries and even eons as a legend, but eventually they all die away. it's a fact of time. even this world is dead somewhere at some point in time and we just have to get over it. even if we dont, we still cant change it. nothing lasts forever and everything has an end. there is no ultimate being who is beyond time or existence because he wouldn't last and if he did, he wouldnt be who his followers claim he is. i'm not an anti, just not a believer. and i'll always keep my faith in nothing but the fact that i am already dead, so i should at least try to make something out of what i have instead of trying to outlast and not enjoy my time. live long and regret, or die young and enjoy it. it's your choice. sometimes you can enjoy it and live long. sometimes you die young with a lot of regrets. you cant change when youll die, but you can change how much fun and enjoyment you had getting to your grave mosaics on the ground bullets in the brain diseases in the veins and memories in the air creating illusions and delusions and intrusions into your reality. some say you're cracked, others know you're psychotic, but you know their all wrong. You're a Genius. I was thinking about you last night. It was snowing and i was walking along the street and under a streetlamp and i was listening to a song and all i want this winter is you. you to come back to me you to see me again, even just once, and remember im still here and i want to go back to fall 2009 when we were perfect and i could count on you and you said you'd be there for me always and you promised youd do whatever it took to keep me on my feet. i need you back. you were my support and things are starting to suck again and i just want you to come back and see that you can help me and you can make me smile and you can keep me safe and you can do everything for me without doing anything except smliing. you made a promise... Fuck You. you promised me and you broke it. never make promises. all promises will be broken and should therefore never be trusted. i had always believed in them until you broke yours. you and the other one who promised he'd always be there for me. now youre there for each other, but where am i? i found myself in wonderland...