Better than Running at Night.
As I reside in the comfort of my niche,
the spot I habitually return to night to night;
I've come across the realization of complexity of my being and the way I've chosen to express myself.
...Along with the fact that I am overwhelmingly satisfied with exactly that.
I glance around my room, and find comfort in myself as my eyes fall upon the cluttered paraphenallia that infests my room.
For every article I possess, emotions flood over me as I remember the significance of each item.
Thus establishing the character, personality, and identity I've become.
The nail scratches on the headboard of my bed remind me of when I was a child, restless and contemplating the many mysteries of my naive little world.
The fire red House of Blues candle is the last remaining beacon of light, illuminating those all too familiar lonely nights.
The tattered calculus book that sits beside me : my pursuit and determination to accomplish that which I hate, despite complaints.
The ample CD collection I've amassed in the past years--the music of which dictates my mood, moves me, and lets me be.
The empty bottles carefully hidden a top my showcase embody both gratification and disillusionment.
The beat up paleolithic crime deterrent nokia phone: the initial manifestation of truth.
The carefully fabricated and individually stylized apron given to me reassure the idea of being able to give, without demanding in return.
But none of these quite measure up to the ultimate definition of who I am.
I believe that one defines themself, mostly, through their ideaologies and the rationals they hold close to their hearts.
Therefore, I can be found in my highschool journal.
Where I have discussed numerous topics and established my individuality throughout by solving situations in the presence of my own mind, rather than to exacerbate it and involve external opinion.
Here I present to you, very plainly, the embodiment of my being.
But, as we all know, appearances are only skin deep.
Let us not be foolish, for the truth lies behind every action, thought, description, and word spoken.
Rationally, it is impossible for one to access the entireity of anothers thought process;
But truthfully, its possible to hypothesize what ideas are being presented by psychoanalyzing the situation.
For the few of you who have read and fully understood this proclamation, it has become known to you that these words were merely written in the face of a disguise, and the truth has become apparent to you.
All that I am can be easily accessed, but inherently difficult to comprehend.
the spot I habitually return to night to night;
I've come across the realization of complexity of my being and the way I've chosen to express myself.
...Along with the fact that I am overwhelmingly satisfied with exactly that.
I glance around my room, and find comfort in myself as my eyes fall upon the cluttered paraphenallia that infests my room.
For every article I possess, emotions flood over me as I remember the significance of each item.
Thus establishing the character, personality, and identity I've become.
The nail scratches on the headboard of my bed remind me of when I was a child, restless and contemplating the many mysteries of my naive little world.
The fire red House of Blues candle is the last remaining beacon of light, illuminating those all too familiar lonely nights.
The tattered calculus book that sits beside me : my pursuit and determination to accomplish that which I hate, despite complaints.
The ample CD collection I've amassed in the past years--the music of which dictates my mood, moves me, and lets me be.
The empty bottles carefully hidden a top my showcase embody both gratification and disillusionment.
The beat up paleolithic crime deterrent nokia phone: the initial manifestation of truth.
The carefully fabricated and individually stylized apron given to me reassure the idea of being able to give, without demanding in return.
But none of these quite measure up to the ultimate definition of who I am.
I believe that one defines themself, mostly, through their ideaologies and the rationals they hold close to their hearts.
Therefore, I can be found in my highschool journal.
Where I have discussed numerous topics and established my individuality throughout by solving situations in the presence of my own mind, rather than to exacerbate it and involve external opinion.
Here I present to you, very plainly, the embodiment of my being.
But, as we all know, appearances are only skin deep.
Let us not be foolish, for the truth lies behind every action, thought, description, and word spoken.
Rationally, it is impossible for one to access the entireity of anothers thought process;
But truthfully, its possible to hypothesize what ideas are being presented by psychoanalyzing the situation.
For the few of you who have read and fully understood this proclamation, it has become known to you that these words were merely written in the face of a disguise, and the truth has become apparent to you.
All that I am can be easily accessed, but inherently difficult to comprehend.