Another pointless random thoughts


I like to think about the night. About the darkness. About all those that are lonely, out there experiencing that same feeling of remorse for past experiences and decisions they’ve made that have haunted them. I yearn to haunt those that yearn haunting. I want to speak to those that are unable to define the emotions and feelings they want to read. I want to want feeling and yearn yearning. I have nothing to offer this world but a cold reflection of what it truly is in an honest description. I hate what I am and what I’ve become, yet I seek to progress as we all do. I want to grow and develop into the more vindictive and violent description of reality that is incomprehensible to most yet definable and approachable to all. This is what I need, and I hate myself for it. The cool embrace of a warm cigarette is comforting to those unable to express what they truly feel, and are too broken to find the place within them to clean up after themselves. I need to find a clean medium to portray the whisperings in the wind only I am able to hear. The buzzing of inebriation opens us up to greater reflection end possibility the conscious mind cannot possess. That’s enough for tonight. Enjoy the moment. Looking out onto a limited scape… Is truly the possession of a limited spirit. One must be capable of imagining an infinite portrait of a limited world which we all exist within. Life becomes more bitter the more we near the end, and we must fight that bitterness with all the strength we have within us. Good night and good luck.


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