:: Idle Neurosis ::our day to day sporadic revelations about this thing many refer to as life. Grab bits and pieces, toss aside what you will, for this is a purely theraputic medium for our insanity. ''cuz one time, when i was high...'', ben and jerry's at 11:00pm doesn't mean a thing... | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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:: Saturday, November 02, 2002 :: its a deafening silence. all the insight, the celestial vision. i yearn for that mystic feeling; love that fills you up so rapidly and efficiently you just want to burst. hold on to that 'let go' feeling and allow it to cleanse your soul. i use to see crying as a sign of weakness, emotional instability. i was viewing it too much from a societal standpoint. i now focus on human interaction with the environment and all the beauty/simplicity that is intertwined. how easily we humans create complications and devise drama. to forget everything and laugh is a sobering scene. Its pure genious~ we have the ability to create. and i can see you glow~ perhaps i am biased to see through it. and though we are divided, strewn among dysfunctional compliments, feeling lost, struggling as we crawl along this broken road~ getting lost is how we find our way. anything in life is possible. take it, and reconstruct it into something magical.
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