xxx
In a drenched end roll, I wont sing a black-and-white film
Left with our hands together, you feel vacant at the end...
In a drenched end roll, I wont sing a black-and-white film
Left with our hands together, you feel vacant at the end...
xxx
There are about 1,000 different decisions in front of me now, and each and every single one posesses such pressing importance that if a single decision were measured in terms of physical abundance, it could easily knock me flat on my face and leave me bleeding until the next pressing matter were to approach me and finish me off in meer persuasion to make up my god-forsaken mind. In the end of this macabre tale, the thousands of desicions would still need to be decided and the only one the decisions are effected by would be eternally sleeping, hence rendering the decisions with no place to go but to haunt me in my grave. Who knows if i would still realize the unfinished decisions decided to haunt me until decided, because once the decisions have decided to haunt me they might dissappear, for a decision had been decided.
Bah.
i'm feeling quite overwhelmed, and this little antecdote that just errupted from my fingertips is making me realize one way or another a conclusion must be decided upon, regardless of my will or existance.
i've waited and worked for these miracles to bloom, and now i am allowing them to push me around with their thorny displeasement. Having waited for the miricles, i feel it is their right to throw me around, however having worked for them as well leads me to believe they are miricals of my own manifestation, thus i should be the one they answer to.
If only i had an answer to give.
Now i am waiting for signs, for i have tried my hand at decisiveness and lost miserably.
Wether or not i believe in the aforementioned "signs", i will wait (in some cases) for one to rear it's favorable wisdom and light, and hopefully, i will be led in a new direction.
i've worked for all the decisiveness one of my stature can posess, leaving me in the void between laughter and rotting.
i have ideas and lack paitence. i won't be pushed around much longer. However, when i cannot even comprehend what it is i desire, or even what it is that would be beneficial, i find myself wandering, waiting, as i have been for the past 17 years.
xxx
There are about 1,000 different decisions in front of me now, and each and every single one posesses such pressing importance that if a single decision were measured in terms of physical abundance, it could easily knock me flat on my face and leave me bleeding until the next pressing matter were to approach me and finish me off in meer persuasion to make up my god-forsaken mind. In the end of this macabre tale, the thousands of desicions would still need to be decided and the only one the decisions are effected by would be eternally sleeping, hence rendering the decisions with no place to go but to haunt me in my grave. Who knows if i would still realize the unfinished decisions decided to haunt me until decided, because once the decisions have decided to haunt me they might dissappear, for a decision had been decided.
Bah.
i'm feeling quite overwhelmed, and this little antecdote that just errupted from my fingertips is making me realize one way or another a conclusion must be decided upon, regardless of my will or existance.
i've waited and worked for these miracles to bloom, and now i am allowing them to push me around with their thorny displeasement. Having waited for the miricles, i feel it is their right to throw me around, however having worked for them as well leads me to believe they are miricals of my own manifestation, thus i should be the one they answer to.
If only i had an answer to give.
Now i am waiting for signs, for i have tried my hand at decisiveness and lost miserably.
Wether or not i believe in the aforementioned "signs", i will wait (in some cases) for one to rear it's favorable wisdom and light, and hopefully, i will be led in a new direction.
i've worked for all the decisiveness one of my stature can posess, leaving me in the void between laughter and rotting.
i have ideas and lack paitence. i won't be pushed around much longer. However, when i cannot even comprehend what it is i desire, or even what it is that would be beneficial, i find myself wandering, waiting, as i have been for the past 17 years.
xxx
...Cutting the loosened thread, I sleep with the gathered words
That which overflowed and spilled out, surely closely resembles you
xxx
That which overflowed and spilled out, surely closely resembles you
xxx
