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i hung out with mad westford kids last night... so i then felt like writing in here-although this thing is at the point of a very pathetic existance.
more seriously now....
the concept of existance is so foriegn to me. we exist, all life exists as a whole- one cohesive sentement... we all have been granted the same breath of life- human kind. we share the same emotions, at one time we have all felt bliss, however fleeting... we have all shared the fire of anger, and the all opressive hate and sadness. we are all living animals.... if this is true, then why are we all so reluctant? Is it the insecurity we are all binded with that masks us from eachother? why are we so terrified to reach out- to touch- to understand- to feel eachother. it tears and factions our whole existance to our own end, until our endurance breaks and we stive for apathy. people are born, and people die everday. by the time we begin to live, our lives are passed. what happened to our deferred childhood dreams? each lonesome day regresses silently to night with no remorse. and for what, a lucid dream? how much of our lives are consumed trying to escape what we are- who we are- with television, formula novels, with alcohol and heroine, masking ourselves in advertisements and makeup... what are we really? who are we really? are we "humans" or are we animals?
i wonder what a world lacking superficial qualities would be... would there be suicide(RIP Dan McAndrews), would there be melancholy.... would/could we exist if we were all just to "be," thats my childhood dream.
xoxo
<3hali
ps my trip to hiati for the documentry was postponed until summer... damnit.
more seriously now....
the concept of existance is so foriegn to me. we exist, all life exists as a whole- one cohesive sentement... we all have been granted the same breath of life- human kind. we share the same emotions, at one time we have all felt bliss, however fleeting... we have all shared the fire of anger, and the all opressive hate and sadness. we are all living animals.... if this is true, then why are we all so reluctant? Is it the insecurity we are all binded with that masks us from eachother? why are we so terrified to reach out- to touch- to understand- to feel eachother. it tears and factions our whole existance to our own end, until our endurance breaks and we stive for apathy. people are born, and people die everday. by the time we begin to live, our lives are passed. what happened to our deferred childhood dreams? each lonesome day regresses silently to night with no remorse. and for what, a lucid dream? how much of our lives are consumed trying to escape what we are- who we are- with television, formula novels, with alcohol and heroine, masking ourselves in advertisements and makeup... what are we really? who are we really? are we "humans" or are we animals?
i wonder what a world lacking superficial qualities would be... would there be suicide(RIP Dan McAndrews), would there be melancholy.... would/could we exist if we were all just to "be," thats my childhood dream.
xoxo
<3hali
ps my trip to hiati for the documentry was postponed until summer... damnit.