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The Parrot
If you're not your self
you will never be happy.
People who struggle and cry
are happier than those
who pretend they are honest
with themselves. -
Silence and Purpose
I'm tired of distraction. It's constant and antagonistic. I want everything to be still, and free of noise. Even my dog and cat are a nuisance when I'm trying to think. I don't dislike them. But there are no moments of peace in my head. Should I get ear plugs again? My head is empty. Every second I attempt to have a clear, independent thought, one ( Read more... ) -
The Immaterial Yoke
My heart has been blasted open. This is what I was afraid of all along. To get this close to another person, thus yourself. Has anyone been this close to the center of the earth? To be able to at least identify the boundaries and the names of what makes two people have the same destiny, even if only in the end ( Read more... ) -
Format (Deep in the Ellipse)
I don't want to keep saying I'm sorry ( Read more... ) -
The Æther
I'm learning that all these old photos and memories hold some kind of key that explain who we really are. Not everyone, but just yourself and those you closely know. It's time travel. You can go back and find out who you were so you can stop pretending to be someone you're not.
People are freaking out right now about a virus less harmful than the ( Read more... ) -
I'm the only one I know that still uses LJ
I'm scouring the internet for old pictures and memories and making a physical archive out of them. The "old" internet is becoming a black hole of faulty servers, so I'm trying to act fast. You would think that someone would have archived these pages better, as opposed to sites like archive.com just taking snapshots. Lame.
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Love
You made me this way ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
So I'm in this deep state of depression right now. These past few weeks have really done a number on me. Every time I try to confide in "friends", they either ignore me, use what I've said against me, or talk about themselves instead. It's my fault for letting a few people from my past back into my life, but why do people have to be so evil? Why ( Read more... ) -
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Dreams are where innovation is created; in unconscious places that cannot be sought, but accidentally viewed.
