It's been slightly over 2 years since I've composed anything here, mainly due to 2 points: 1) I have no idea what to write, and 2) I've had a hell of a lot going on, and not a great deal of mentality to put it into words effectively, because I'm mostly a private person. Yet, here we are. And let me tell you - it's been 2 years of multi-faceted fuckery in the conglomerate that is Drama City!
From being enamoured with financial troubles with a loan repayment, to moving house and accidentally putting my mobile in the only functioning washing machine for a complex of 8, to forgetting my Facebook password and being locked out, to the icing to the shit gateaux, I now have to get another new mobile because of accidentally screen locking my phone and forgetting the pattern I used because my brain's fried.
So, as someone who doesn't normally forget things unless under stress or sleep deprivation, I think it's safe to conclude that stress and sleep deprivation is starting to affect me a little bit. So, for a little segue, some light reading.
I found you here in the middle of the night, appearing small, innocent and quiet.
I fought my passions, my desire, my inquisitive impulse,
As I sat with you and listened as you tried to make it right.
A thousand ribbons of thought of equable repose evade my conscience,
But my resolve is no longer seen.
Like a labyrinth of enigmas you beguile and disarm me,
And all I want is to be closer than close to you.
As I empty my mind and discard the contents,
What I conclude is what I see now:
This disillusioned, poisoned, unsanctioned path is now my home.
So I walk these pieces of broken glass from what is left and what is yet to be,
And just as the stars accompany the ink of the sky,
Me and my mind will continue searching.. continuing on.
Who are you then, when hopes have dissolved and succumbed to despair,
Who are you then, when roads have detached and connections have fallen away?
What I see is what I am, and what I am is no longer who I was before.
I found you here in the middle of the night, appearing small, innocent and quiet.
My undoing complete, I traverse on - with less.
With any luck, maybe even another 2 years and a clean slate, a little epiphany of fantasticness will make itself known.
Until then and that update, should I choose to publicise said update, keep dreaming and aiming high I shall. After all, that's what stars and space are made for: aim high, and dreams come true!! Ciao!
I'm here to make some friends and look forward to seeing your feedback in the comments below!
I uninstalled Facebook, but I linger around here still, to all extents!
tfw a 12 word comment earns more than the 476 words of the OP
and THATS why i gave up on hive
its just a circle jerk...
change my mind
oh, well, nice to see you hovering over this direction.
Damn. It seems like you need to lie back and just do nothing for a while. 🥴
Maybe grab a tent and go sleep for 2 weeks in the wilderness without any contact with society?
If I drove and owned a tent, that sounds great.
Maybe I'll find myself when I'm out there, and possibly forget to return to civilisation.
Welcome back to posting!
cheers, but don't count on it being a regular thing.
it happens when it happens.
There are always some elixirs to consume with a a better dose of melatonin and adenosine to produce a little more epiphanies of fantasticness that would make itself known more often. :)
sorry gandalf, but that's not a method I'm going to utilise.
but if it works for you, don't let me stop you :)
That's fine babe. Each one with their own methods and strategies. :)
That between methods and strategies equally as in tastes and colors, authors have not written anything infallible yet.
Jalpenos on your eyelids is sure to make them water.