the physics of phucked-up
It sucks when you realize you're doing almost everything in your life for the wrong reason. And worse still, you're vaguely o.k. with it b/c you view it all as "transient" anyway. you have maybe a handful of truly genuine relationships, with more than just dipole-dipole moments and van der waals forces holding them together. you sense a deep mystique of altruism in the ones you truly love and care about, and know you will ultimately be with. it's that ultimate that scares you the most. you're running harder and faster just to reach it sooner, and in the process you realize you're actually on a conveyor belt, and the entire world is an optical illusion. when when when will this perpetual maya leave you??
sometimes i just want to be so vulnerable and all wrong. no more of this black-dahlia indie wall-flower shit. to not subconsciously plan all of my foibles. i just want my whole soul to reverberate with a story i didn't construct and constrict. you can hear it echoing through the canyons of the universe, colliding perfectly elastically with all the dimensions of space and time, continually converting energy and conserving momentum. we are just music. music and light.
sometimes i just want to be so vulnerable and all wrong. no more of this black-dahlia indie wall-flower shit. to not subconsciously plan all of my foibles. i just want my whole soul to reverberate with a story i didn't construct and constrict. you can hear it echoing through the canyons of the universe, colliding perfectly elastically with all the dimensions of space and time, continually converting energy and conserving momentum. we are just music. music and light.