FORMERLY
Formerly theworldisgood I’m now at
Thanks :)
eight
I’m starting to wonder if I’m living in the right realm. Am I real? Are you real? I want to see more. I want to know more. I want to breathe how I’m supposed to and open my head up to all this vastness. The intensity I know is there but can’t reach, have only once just touched. I want to soak in all the spirituality and let it seep into my pores. I’m an open book, with open arms, an open mind, open heart open for interpretation.
seven
I am undoubtedly certain my thoughts are like cloth. Sewn together with needle and thread, whitewashed, and wrung dry, one too many times. There’s a careful, immediate streak of mainly arrogance and youth woven, embedded, into the fibers. I’m sorry I’ve gotten this far. I hate it here. I’m scared. I’m scared. I’m scared.
six
I think it’s really sad that people can’t live for themselves anymore. They can’t live simply to live. There has to be constant stimulus, constant attention, constant feedback from everything around them and they are uncomfortable to just do what they want to do. It makes everything unique about human nature, our abilities to display emotion, and develop our inner workings obsolete. Spending some time by yourself free from all the interfering noise and bullshit will do everyone some good, including myself.
