Potency

sweet nothings permeate some immediate fancy. such cruelty found in the cycle of men. hard held inadequacies sublime in all but thought and intent, how could we do this to ourselves. yet again, unlearned in experience- this self replicating cataclysmic convention. grievous undertakings solidified in naught and disdain, frozen aptitude- the resolute never final. tendencies absolved through any means of incapacitation within moments reach- fleeting fancy brought on by languid sound. what optimism at its best can never compare.

-ist.

ambiguous in everything but want. we deserve whats comming to us. transparency in every level, clicking glass feeling grass, sand, sticks, bushes and stones. unwarranted, unknown coheasion.

Grandeur in Cages.

Harrowing stability, the feel of languid innocence. support the burning beams and hope for the sirens to sing. hold up those hands-- wishing for something more. learn the unbelievable. surrogate from the start, we all become proxies mind and body till the end. a moment too soon, we realize it all but too late. the microcosms of cavernous conclaves of delinquency and folly. soon to be nothing- we praise what light cannot give us. the need and desperation caused by gaping aristocracy-- we laugh in the midst of it all. hoping our next steps aren't our lasts. abstraction and the theory of its religion. short circuit the unbelievable. this habitual facade. save us nothing. harrowing truth. out of sight, out of mind' best describes negligence. how then would you wish such a fate on anyone. fate cannot be so cruel as to create for you something and have chance take it away. subdued we receive what is finally given. spit back the lie, and tell her you love her. sordid in deed, still we dance the good dance. escape to your prison and hope you've hid your heart. stagnant in your prayers you shiver from your words. let it roll from your tongue that fevored testament of love, lust, lost and detatch. in the midst of grandeur we become. hard shells and sheered sheep we continue our arduous condemnation. harking the great divine in worthy soliloquy, you kneel. and face your hunter.

See You At The End of The Tunnel.

Living from moment to moment

will leave you starving in between

becomming like a living husk of a thing.

I don't know how anyone can do it,

this partial existence

watching everyone else live

their mediocre lives.

While you, you live more than
any will in their entire lives.

only living in intervals.

Not knowing to envy or pity them.

them and their mediocre lives.

Never knowing neither extremes.

I think I finally know what your talking about...

And I don’t know whether I should be happy or sad that I do,

but one thing for sure, I've never lived more in my life.

Sanguin Aberration.

The decision of Languid fervor has long past, as sentiments soon dissipate in wintry mists. A colloquial affair with much ostentation and pedantry. I no longer hold that veil of splendor, of that a tortuous panorama. Of such a beloved spectacle I would care not soon forget.But all together cannot resist the inevitable.

8 is just an open 3.

Its five in the morning and im awake.
this should be a crime.

taking naps too late into the day should be a crime.

color pencils are okay as long as you want to be boring.

I have more patience with other people more than i do for myself.

AND i really dont like people.

I think if i could just

shut people out and their bullshit for good

I would.

I'd just keep three people around me all the time.maybe four.

That's my goal.

to find 2 people as worthy to be a friend.

2 siblings i could trust the most.

And 2 loves.

one Lover

one Soul

All in all I would make up the third.

I would be the 3rd one.

The number three is solid.

the scales. judgment.

The Resolution to the

eternal struggle of duality in our universe.

A triangle.

the most solid shapemost efficient

bridges are made in threes.

Too bad it never works.

People just dont know loyalty these days.