Another door, another question- I’m going ’round in circles, wondering when I’ll reach the end… (and I can’t help but give in)


Music/title: 1000 Doors; The Living Tombstone
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“I’m losing the sense of where I am.”

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Exhaustion doesn’t even begin to cover it.

I miss this.
I miss the therapeutic nature of it all. I want to peel back the layers I have pasted onto myself; to escape the norm. This is what we aim for, right? The materialism. The cookie cutters, and decisive actions.

I can feel how close we are.

 

…Why can’t we grasp it?

 

And I’m angry at the waves from far below…. (Can they see that I am trying?)

02-27-16-5Music/title: Below; From Indian Lakes
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“I am like them,
reaching for anything else.”

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Such a feeble, simple minded piece of human garbage- I truly loathe every fiber of you.
The same could be said for most, I s’pose….
But really- Is it so goddamn hard?!

You truly do create quite the unique hell…

 

 
And I can’t wait for the day it finally burns you up for good.