random ranting...ignore it..i just needed somewhere to store it for the meantime
daunted and shackeled by a crimson world in a society where brilliance spawns deviance, my heart is confused with an ironic passion. one where laughter is conjoined with a pain towards innocence. I am confronted by benevolence. and it confronts me in such a manner i feel drawn towards an echoing drum which begs me to march to its beat. i resist, afterall...beggars cant be choosers. this mellifluous drum resounds quietly on my eardrum...tickeling its very surface. this slight hampering sound strangely leaves an insipid taste in my mouth, id hate to think this Pavlovian reaction is programmed into my being. i arrive from this state, post-enfatuated, feeling drawn of all energy. the inertia i had worked so hard to maintain had been robbed by what issac newton described as an outside force. however, the sound itself couldnt act as a deterrent of my energy...meaning that quite possibly, it was an inside force exerting itself with extreme force. and it occurs to me, that this self destruction is what i found so hillarious before it interfered with my life.