Monthly Archives: July 2018

A Decayed Wait

It’s like I’m locked in battle with trying to find my own piece of mind.  For peace of mind.  And my mind was already in pieces. But after having gone through what id gone through and seeing the better things in life of which we most take for granted, it is indeed difficult to go back once youve gone through. Trying to live life by the day rather than seizing it as we’re so used to advising, you focus on the things needed and the things needing to get done. Its okay to make and have excuses but that energy is better spent trying to imcorporate it into your everyday rather than waiting for a day off. Take the dog around an extra block, plan an extra hour after work as though you had to stay an extra hour, what would you have done otherwise?

I’m so sick of being able to say we all have different personal problems and that others would understand if they were in my shoes. And as well spoken as i am in regards to individuality, the fact of the matter is that we alone must pick up the slack in our friendships/families or become acquainted with the fact that we feel a lacking within ourselves because we sometimes cant hold up the line anymore. It backs us up in a way that tests our endurance and stamina and strength, which is character building, sure, but we don’t win every game and we oftentimes don’t have back up. Who’s going to rescue us if the rescuer can barely be free. Hats off to those of you out there that lend a helping hand now and then, but you know more than most how many more of us are out there that need help.

there’s a socio-demic with those videos on viral acts of kindness. Sure it makes us feel all fuzzy inside but it only cheapens our faith in humanity in which case i’m quite certain is running on fumes. We’re getting high off that but don’t even realize it because we’re vilified if we say something against a sweet video. What we need to do is sort the shit out in our world’s that are dead weight, swim back up to the surface and start looking for some fucking land. Whoever you are/want to identify with, this is the 2nd sinking of the titanic (or an unnecessary Titanic Sequel); race, income, injustices – they move in remissions in this, the 21st century, like uncomfortable couture fashion.
We’re decadent and dressed in our best decades but vids or you didn’t happen.
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an other time, another hand

there once was a time and that was then. some people escape their past, some come it. what they left and what they took is theirs alone. But things lost or out of sight were, at a time,right in their own right, and will haunt again when. where ever people. the present, the future escape or lead, the haunt, driven goin’ or comin’ pierce like a fine-tipped arrow made of smoke.

castles of ash toppled kingdoms from gusts of whispers or. good or bad, there once was a time when not that bad was the best one could sigh, How haunted are the pages after like the future, when tomorrow is guaranteed to no one but today. the past seems straylessly an arrow of a day to get through, like any old thought, like any old day thought to never know.

remember how it felt to go on your fist date, couples tell you about the date and the things they liked but forget the leading up to before their going steady. stable relations sound less promising than being single. “going out with someone or just going out.”

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