i've had this blasted blog for 3 years now i move through life with catalogued motions; conscious beats of my heart punctuated with beatings of my brain
death beware of the allure of the void; it ends when you do, and then it begins.
sad time is passing imperceptibly slowly; i am pondering what a thousand ruminating minds have pondered before. (i wonder if they've thought of me as well.)
@mossyemerald my words follow a rhythm, short, stiff and steady; why must i accompany your melody? (but i am nothing without it.)
a pleasure of mine i like to peek my feet from underneath the covers; a quiet defiance against a submissive force, but a silent surrender to one unknown.
i derive a masochistic sort of pleasure from sleeping in the daytime; to sink into an ocean that is no longer yours, while the rest of the world you don't belong to simply waits for you to rest afloat.
what's wrong with me it festers in the proxy egos of sick-minded sycophants; "would i rather accept what i know i am not, or act as if i am all i could be?" (i'm not quite sure there is a difference.)