The curling of the toes, a caucoghphany of nerve receptors firing one after another, the initial indicator of the tempest to come. That shockwave of impulse is followed swiftly by a tightening of the upper thigh as it travels through the body. The pure incandescent rage, white hot boiling from the depths towards the outwardly calm surface. Somewhere within, these feelings are intercepted, filtered and the mood changes. Somewhere between the stomach and the heart, in a particularly visceral section of the torso, metamorphosis begins to take place. That blindingly unprescedented rush of pure anger is channeled and converted into soul-crushing sadness in the blink of an eye. A tightening of the organs, as if these feelings can squeeze your very soul in their clenched fist, controlling without remorse. Tossed into the merciless wind, you are thrashed about and hurled down narrow corridors, you are boxed in. Alone, you whimper and curl up in your solitude. You feel the very essence of your soul begin to deteriorate as your mind breaks down your physical being. A frightened child, crying alone in the dark, clutching material possessions in hope of some small comfort from the internal onslaught. Your mind is cutting you bare like knife to onion, stripping your being away layer by layer. Exposed as the hardly-functioning creature you have become, you wallow in your intangible anguish, the tears flow onto the rumpled bedspread. No action in the physical world can halt this seige, it has no morality, no reason, only the will to crush you into nothingness. You stare into your own eyes, as a detatched figure in the room, their incandescent glow of sorrow melts your ailing heart. The self-pity is enough to turn a stone heart to pure gold, like the grinch on christmas. Falling deeper into the allure of the infantile eyes, you become entranced in them. So far have you fallen that you enter your very soul. Past the iris, the mourning retina, the anguished cones and rods you descend, entering a window to the essence of being. Here is a cold, dark place. Ravaged by the cruel intentions of the mind, the mortal enemy of human emotion. Picking your way past iced-over veins and arteries, you clamber into the center of operation. Where things have frozen purely solid. The stagnant state of affairs has put a halt on all ability to function logically and rationally, it had ceased to function to the point of self-preservation. The sorrow clutching the depths of your being have encased you in a veritable fortress of insurmountable misery. Here things are dark, and there is only one cure. The bittersweet tang of spring crosses your mind, that flash, that moment of physical anguish, in exchange for a lifetime of freedom.
People say I’m crazy doing what I’m doing
Well they give me all kinds of warnings to save me from ruin
When I say that I’m o.k. well they look at me kind of strange
Surely you’re not happy now you no longer play the game
People say I’m lazy dreaming my life away
Well they give me all kinds of advice designed to enlighten me
When I tell them that I’m doing fine watching shadows on the wall
Don’t you miss the big time boy you’re no longer on the ball
I’m just sitting here watching the wheels go round and round
I really love to watch them roll
No longer riding on the merry-go-round
I just had to let it go
Ah, people asking questions lost in confusion
Well I tell them there’s no problem, only solutions
Well they shake their heads and they look at me as if I’ve lost my mind
I tell them there’s no hurry
I’m just sitting here doing time
I’m just sitting here watching the wheels go round and round
I really love to watch them roll
No longer riding on the merry-go-round
I just had to let it go
I just had to let it go
I just had to let it go
“ You’re all geniuses, and you’re all beautiful. You don’t need anyone to tell you who you are. You are what you are. Get out there and get peace, think peace, and live peace and breathe peace, and you’ll get it as soon as you like. ”
-John Lennon
Shittttt OMFG I HAVE to go! This is not optional
Lightshows 4 Days
Deadmau5 bitchh
PLURRRRRRRR BABYYYYY
Lifestyles, Changing times
After some recent analyzation, I’ve come to the conclusion this modern age is corrupting people, even the best of us, with completely unconscious malice. The world was a better place 50… .100 years ago. I’ve decided the only way to lose myself from this sad reality is to let people interpret my ideals through creative expression, in turn creating worlds almost tangible enough for my own self to experience. Therefore I WILL NOT be on Facebook until I finish the book I am to begin writing tonight.
Thank you to the few of you who will even take the time to read, or care about, this insignificant message
Peace. Love. Unity. Respect.
RAVE
