.laughter.

t.s eliot stole from socrates , essentially.

i wonder when my words will be my own
my thoughts yours
my mind the worlds.
i wonder when this vase of greatness will fulfill its dream
and the wandering egrets will lay their rest.
if there was ever a time to wonder, it would be now.
if there was ever a vast of parting, it would be yet.

my hands a sieve.
this appearance a mask.

many entries get shorter and shorter until they eventually drift off into the distance or end up only as photographs on a website .

So where'd you go ( Read more... )

and suddenly, i'm very nostalgic.

.passion.

dark rooms lit by powerless thoughts ( Read more... )

Its easy to loose oneself in everything, in life. That is perhaps the biggest challenge, living life, and staying sane. Or maybe the two are opposites, because in order to really live, I think one has to be completly insane. All the rules that were set out for us don't really exist anymore. Who says we need to go to sleep at a certain time, or that ( Read more... )

"so who are you in love with ( Read more... )

i haven't really posted anything real in a while. i suppose thats because its been hard for me to find something real to write lately. but now that my head seems to be becoming straighter by the day, and my mind more fucked up, i feel as though its time to write somethingthere are some things that have been very hard for me to explain and get ( Read more... )