Everyone around me seems to be grinding their lives down while the integrity of my mind and body remain unstirred. Could I blame you for that? Id like to.
These daily grindings, the ones you speak of. Like a renewed springs these grindings take shape and something new is born. The mind and body operate as one, the unstirred soul is what the trouble is. The sudden uneasyness of night. This is the darkness of the soul. The unstirred soul remains lifeless and dull. you are not that. perhaps your soul stirs too. These are merely that rantings of a sleep deprived friend in need of something more. What that might be i don't know. Chez Turtz is lonely. The family is in new york hob-nobing with stars, and i am here. What to do? What to Do? Eternal nothingness indeed...yes...quite.
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And as for you spontaneity kills the oppressive grinding. So does figuring out a way to get a hold of old friends, and new ones alike...
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blame who you want
i like to think that i am the you
and so i say you can
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