A Journal of Sorts
"Pour yourself into me our time approaches so near, that I sigh. What danger in such an adorer?" ~ My Dying Bride ~ look around... is the whole world caught up in depression? (how selfish can a species be to languish in soft self-pity when there is hard core cruelty all around them?... insanity)... but then, it's not polite to point fingers at the the infirmed... if only they were really helpless, I could find sympathy... but nothing short of angry pity suffices these humans of these times... sometimes I just don't want to talk about it so I escape into my mind games and play with my rhymes and the world goes on turning dreaming of better times sometimes it means exactly the opposite of what it seems so I escape into me imagination and play with my words and the world goes on turning for me and for the birds and I escape into browsing the web (where some amazing things can be seen, if not found) and the music |
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