Sep 24, 2007 15:34
i pray about my prayers and wish about my wishes..
Im pretty much a wreck.
They say that hormones affect the mind, and being as my hormones are fucked anyhow, i can only think what my mind must be up to. I feel the dopamine going through my veins (NOT FROM DRUGS.I DONT MESS WITH THOSE) but naturally. then i feel every inch of my spirit tear from the body and what is left is just those exposed veins and a skin of parasites and a body of relapse..
This probably doesnt make sense to most, but to me its reality and its tearing me apart.
We are not humane for so much, we are human for far too much.
I can manipulate, tease, force, lie, riddle, ignore and devise but neither of those are "real" just false promises and false life.
Life is too real for me to cope, but it is just enough to devise inspiration, so like an inspired artist I create. But to live art is beauty, and all i know is ugly.
I can create, but I cant cope, so im just fake.
It seems funny that I would say this then lay it out for the winds of fate to sweep up, but thats all i have.
Im putting fate on the ground. Wind and god.....have your way with it.