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It seems that when someone asks you how you are doing you always seem to feel obligated to reply with, "I'm fine" or "things are good". That's because people always feel obligated to ask you these things when in all reality, they probably don't care. (Not the case with all, but probably most)
My brain has been lurching in and out of dimensions and time frames, trying to make a definate distinction on how life is a reality, but a story of personal endevors all its own.
Right now it seems as though life is standing still, and no matter how many swift kicks in the ass you seem to give it, It still refuses to move. I am honestly "content" where I am right now. In my computer room, sitting at my computer, thinking about a mess of things and sucking on a lemon mint cough drop. Yet, even through the content state I sit in... I wish everything would hurry up so that I may see where I am tomorrow.
I know tomorrow may not be much different, but there is always that one single day that will stop everything, and chage will be unavoidable and apparent.
The Voice of Change will bellow and cry out, the voice becomes so loud that it will even penetrate those who wish that its words fall on deaf ears. They will not be able to ignore it, even if some want to be stubborn in their hearts.
It is time to make some tea and then go to bed.
My brain has been lurching in and out of dimensions and time frames, trying to make a definate distinction on how life is a reality, but a story of personal endevors all its own.
Right now it seems as though life is standing still, and no matter how many swift kicks in the ass you seem to give it, It still refuses to move. I am honestly "content" where I am right now. In my computer room, sitting at my computer, thinking about a mess of things and sucking on a lemon mint cough drop. Yet, even through the content state I sit in... I wish everything would hurry up so that I may see where I am tomorrow.
I know tomorrow may not be much different, but there is always that one single day that will stop everything, and chage will be unavoidable and apparent.
The Voice of Change will bellow and cry out, the voice becomes so loud that it will even penetrate those who wish that its words fall on deaf ears. They will not be able to ignore it, even if some want to be stubborn in their hearts.
It is time to make some tea and then go to bed.