The line between badass and dumbass is razor-thin. Trust me, I’ve cut myself there enough times to know.
When it’s quiet, well, that’s when it’s prudent to worry. It’s easy to lose oneself to the silence, that cascading cadence that manages a roar louder than any heart could take. No mind won’t break, when faced with the Nothing.
I’m about to go for a run, and when I do, I’ll imagine a purpose for the movement. I like to think that one day, when I get fast enough, strong enough, and the breaths come easily, that I can run at a pace to a place no-one can trace the past remnants of me. A place where I’m enough, a place where I can just be, in peace.
Must be freeing to know, that when you destroy the last thing worth chasing, you’ll have nowhere to go. Nowhere to be, alone, so you can fly to the only place you see, and conquer your world.
A: Why are all these stories so sad?!
Blue: There are two overarching classifications of narrative; comedies and tragedies. I find one of those to be un-apologetically boring. Satire’s alright…I guess.
PS: I do realize how meta this is.
Hate…Hate is the dread reflection of ignorance, the consequence of an uninformed agony; A plague upon the soul. Fight back against it, always.
I’m trying to find that place inside myself, that thing, that makes me feel like what I’m doing matters. That’s the thing that burns away the pain.
If Love is insane, I guess that means we are too.
Then again, sanity never gave me a clue.
Me on the anti-homeless spikes being implemented in certain cities:
Why can’t we try,
When children cry,
For a parent who loves them more than dope,
and snorting coke.
How can we lie,
to the families of those who’ve died,
fighting a war they didn’t believe in.
You don’t know where a person came from, you don’t know if it’s their fault, so give them the benefit of the doubt, instead of pretending you’re devout. A homeless person could be a student, a parent, a veteran, or even you. People treat them like they aren’t people, and that’s sick. Sometimes life isn’t fair, so it’s rough when the people with the power to change that deny the issue.
I switched my pillow to the other end of the bed last night. It made me feel happy.