it's this capability of evil that i will never be satisfied with. where there lies a balance between the remorse of all evils and the satisfaction of the greater good. we are human and we are capable of the damndest demons, but therein lies the hope, that the possibility of karma finding it's way into our hands in all eventuality will save us. just ( Read more... )

fuck.
i need certainty.
variables are so displaced.
i'm scaring myself half to death.
it's all part of a camel ride.
[look around you.]
but everytime my eyes are open
the nightmare comes alive.
[rationalize.]
everything's alright.

sometimes i feel like the red boat left without me.
tis hard being all onions with garlic breath.
but i'll come in my own time.

actions speak far louder than words.
and sometimes words can't encompass them all.
but they're good to be heard, at the end of it.

"...but it's hard to stay mad, when there's so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I ( Read more... )

i can still feel it burning in my noseholes and it lingers in the livewires of my brain ( Read more... )

i'm spiralling into myself. within the next few seconds all traces of my personality will be gone. *when did this start* when i came home. and i haven't had time to rebuild myself into who i was or came to be ( Read more... )

It gets to a certain point where i'm harbouring feelings of being a lost, drenched cabbage at sea, and all it'd take would be a pack of rabbits to gnaw me over before i get shat out as the feces i so rightfully deserve to be ( Read more... )

today's the best i've felt in days. which isn't saying much. my head's still ringing, and i feel half deaf. at any second i could be comatose.

this is my body falling apart.
clap your hands for this.

i wish i were being overdramatic.

i've become a permanent fixture to my bed yet again. it's not so much the cold sweats, as it is the gnawing disaster in my abdomen. this is.. what? the 3rd time this year? paranoia claims hepatitis. internet claims the symptoms of several other irrelative diseases. i'm buried beneath layers of comforters [but all i need are comforting sounds], and ( Read more... )

you're not around anymore. and i'm feeling a bit too irrational lately. a bit too lonely. a bit too sad. wish i could talk but i can't talk. in all efforts to keep the irrationality in, i've become consumed by a mental shutdown that's lasting for ages ( Read more... )

no more talking about this.
it's my problem to deal with.