Drift

"I want to live alone
because the greatest love is always ruined by the bickering,
the argument of living."

Really?

At once this resonates yet I don't wish to believe it as truth.
To live at such a distance as the 'argument of living' is not dealt with together then.. what is the point?

I would rather drift alone than only have the eddies [moved/disturbed/influenced]; to be together is to mingle the dust and blow [together/in concert/simultaneously]

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Feb 12

Within formless shifting seas of fate.

 I can be hard
I can be soft
I am formless seas
Shaped by froth
Shaped yet lost
not all
not most
Shaped yet lost
Waves sculpting
Seagulls aloft
For joy I create
Tangled thoughts, grasped
Stained and sculpted
Taking form from the lost strands of mist.
Shaped yet lost
not all
not most
lost

puppy love....?

[02:58]: and they called them... puppy glooooveees
[02:59]: but i guess they'll never know... how a warm hand really feeeeeels
[02:59]: and thats why i loved them soooooo

showing emotion

Ever been laughed at when stating the situation makes you angry?

'If that is your angry face i think i'll be fine' ;)

Hmm, lack of importance given to the feeling because it is not seen?

Momentary perception.

Musings that really made sense at the time

The point of insanity is not wondering if your vision is shifting because reality itself is moving and not just your perception; it is believing it. [as fact not possibility]

What if the situation appeared that the observation was true?

Further evidence necessary.

Fragments of thoughts

In love, always be yourself. Stray too far from that path and one day you'll wake up to find your partner really loves another.

Chicken soup for the soul

I came across this phrase a while ago and have been pondering it. What, for me, makes everything seem a little bit better?

Fruits Basket
Good conversation with a friend

Poems

Occasionally, i jump on the poetic bandwagon.

no light do i see
there is only me
reality so thin
no balance within

Standing on the podium
staring at the glass

The encircling shards of mirror
reflecting self and past

The ‘real’ world is unfocused
peripheral effect

This addition to perception
a serious defect?

This drifting sea of possibility
which picture should I follow?

No idea what to do today
all I see is tomorrow

Unplug reality, life is a dream
what point in action when consequence foreseen?

note; lurking

Forums. I lurk. And i'm proud of it. No actually im not, i sit in the shadows avoiding notice and crying into my pink teddy bear at night because nobody likes me.

Viewpoints linking lurkage(?) to stalkers, 'creepy people' and heavy breathers exist, is it true?
Have i missed my calling? All these hours wasted playing video games and navel gazing could have been more productively directed at nerdfighting. I would be a ninjastalking nerd. Dressed in my inconspicuous closest/clean style of dressing they wouldnt notice me until i decided the time was right.

I intended something more for this blog. A half glimsed idea glimmered, pirhoetted and pop!

[random]

Don't you just hate to loose a thought?
Drifting drifting, floating off
Drifting off they're seen a lot.
Like bubbles, but not?

[/random]

Visualizing other people when talking to self, defense mechanism?

As we grow there are certain learned facts. Talking to ourselves in the third person is a sign of mental illness.

How then to you subconsciously react to pondering issues in a detached fashion? Do you insert accepted variables to increase comfort?