Random releases of various artistic, occasionaly intellectual, reactionary expressions of a madman losing hold of reality and the world surrounding.
life commentary, poetry, personal writings and photograpy
Now
I really want to start my life. I have so many visions and ideas. I need a partner though, I'd hate to admit. I think I may have one but it's not in stone. I'm lost with only an "idea" of what I want and must do. Things may implode once again and collapse but could equally blossom and explode in a vibrant glow of hope and destined happiness. It's one or the other...
I'm lost.
I do not know my next move. I'm a mess but with a vague plan. I have dreams with equal nightmares along side. My heart is barely a factor yet should be the drive.
I know nothing.
I've ruined everything.
Life could be wondrous.
My name is rubbish.
Help and I will please you.
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Abstract thoughts,
art and expression,
commentary,
confusion,
depth,
life,
lost,
Placement,
poetic rant,
rant,
writing,
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