dissatisfaction is productive
who gives a shit if it's depressive and rainy outside? if things haven't really improved. if the air is in stasis around everything, if nothing really matters......
i'm not letting myself stay shrouded.
i must and will burst forth from this stupid state of not knowing, not wanting, not yearning, not listening.
it's time to adventure, to sieze.
not because i am happy,
but because i am not.
starting now. no more sulking just because i can.
grief is beautiful, but it's crippling qualities are so ugly.
making art, rearranging life, experimenting, running to instead of away, no more passives. no more negative space.
i'm not letting myself stay shrouded.
i must and will burst forth from this stupid state of not knowing, not wanting, not yearning, not listening.
it's time to adventure, to sieze.
not because i am happy,
but because i am not.
starting now. no more sulking just because i can.
grief is beautiful, but it's crippling qualities are so ugly.
making art, rearranging life, experimenting, running to instead of away, no more passives. no more negative space.