for some reason, most of us see and think in one monotonous perspective. unless a circumstance puts us in a maze, we never really try to change. one of the odd things in life that people believe is that we actually control ourselves. that's stupid.
the course of life rides the wind, steering our fate carelessly into the looming of the unknown. the fickle existence of our hearts emoting shades of feelings we can't even differentiate, that we can't even identify. the flicker of our loopy eyes fighting the sand of stupor, trying to hold on. the freudian slip of our tongues, caused by excess salivation, the spasm of one's finger, the bruises in our heads. even the most basic of our bodies, the core of it all, our only generator, beats to the rhythm in automaton, like a golem in its zone.
read a book, this post is pointless.
♥ 8:24 PM
