(no subject)
i hate the moments of clarity. these moments that i am oh-so-sure, that i am undeniable, omniscient. steady hand, steady gaze. first to draw at the gunfight in my mind.
i hate having faith in anything.
no hope = no fear.
i don't want it to go on and on forever. my mind churning, rolling thoughts like a clothes dryer, violently tumbling.
keep thinking other people are infallible, that if i am wrong they have to be right. there is no right.
keep thinking other people know the way, that i should follow. and now a dark and empty path.
the ground is sour.
i hate having faith in anything.
no hope = no fear.
i don't want it to go on and on forever. my mind churning, rolling thoughts like a clothes dryer, violently tumbling.
keep thinking other people are infallible, that if i am wrong they have to be right. there is no right.
keep thinking other people know the way, that i should follow. and now a dark and empty path.
the ground is sour.