I've moved again.

I've started to awake.

The pull of the undertow has weakened.

Move.

I'm lost.

I feel it upon me again.

The hush of the ocean, the silence of the birds and the stillness of the air.

I'm waiting for the splash against my back, the complete surrender when I fall under and am swept by a dark undertow.

I'll sedate myself for the process.

Understanding ( Read more... )

Here I stand. Here I lie. Here I contemplate ( Read more... )

Foundation ( Read more... )

11 hours and counting.

Damnit, I have to work today.

"Hey how are you guys doing this evening? Awesome. Well, my name's Drew but you can call me Lord and Master Drew Alrech the III".

Have you ever noticed how old people have no taste?

Under western stars bounce a rippled ego. Under western stars flicker translucent thoughts.

I'm seeking something to fall under. I'm seeking something to appreciate for it's wisdom.

Hmm.

A long night of drinking. The same thing that's happened for the past few months. I've been wanting to post, I've been wanting to write, but the thoughts leave my hands once they're set upon the keyboard. What to say? Not much, not much. I've cleared out the previous posts to start anew, but I feel like there's no new argument or contemplation ( Read more... )