Jul 06, 2011 00:54
Oft, when interacting with other people, I feel as an actor in a play.
Real at first, but once the role assumed, going through my lines.
The analytical is too quick to the finish line.
I want to be all the parts in the play - one set of lines is too limited.
Is there then anything ever really behind the mask?
~Gav
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I have no specific reason to exist, so every day and week is some new adventure. Some new me.
Not utterly -- but on most levels which people would call basic and immutable. What I love one day I may have naught but apathy towards the next.
The emotions go with skins of the days -- I'd always thought I could build up more of a base ego; yet even now, some mornings I wake up and the person I was yesterday is just a memory I have no emotions of. Like it was someone else’s life and I'm a newborn.
Unfortunately, this newborn has been spending time digging around the bottom of bottle for no other reason than it was an option.
So I'm building a face to get myself out of the ditch; one without a penchant for bottles.
Human beings are as varied as the stars -- perhaps it's my lot to be made out of sand and imagination.
~Gav
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