Crossroads, where my love ends and another begins.

hello lover

Once a mirracle came my way and I sawmy life ahead of me. Under a burning flame, my love told me to never forget the last moments of myself. My child never was, my mother never has been and my father is never coming back. Who was it that left me to rot on these cream sheets? Why is it that i sing here now, the stories of the undead, the people who never laid rest for their weary eyes. My body limp before me. I can't feel her anymore. I look up at him, the man's eyes a familiar shade of darkness that I've grown accustomed to over these passing months. How selfish. How righteous of you to take another's life without permision.

I once said before that our bodies fight for the right to custody of our minds. Lots of little fragments of ourselves quietly battle everlasting for the chance to speak aloud. but there are so many voices that converge and convolute one another, the chatter utterly all encompassing to the point where it becomes you. Still and waiting, slow processors to full to move anywhere and nothing quite like the display of 'laziness' we talk ourselves into.

Independence. like water on ice, cold to the touch. pointless, no correct line to and from. get me away from here. my mind so convoluted by the overconsumption of media, its poison. pointless poison. so far from the truth. oh, why do I let it suck me in when I am at my most venerable?

I dont think its about procastination anymore. Its about escape from the mundane. I thought I could learn something new, but just for today I allow myself to feel weird.wierd. what a word wwith so very many interperatations. huh. like love. love is a doubble edged sword. each chip in each persons love shapes who they are, they let it dictate our very existance. when did everything become so much, so many?

It's like I read comment sections to validate the feelings i hold within my self, and i scroll so far that I forget the inspiring felling I went down their searching for. where everyone seems to beging saying the same things over and over and over again.

Technology is inherently exploitative.

ok, now i can read bs, I've cleared my head enough. Althought that just highlighted a whole nother can of worms I would love to hash, oneday,but 'm going to try my bst to fid relatively good bs to read, bye!