Sylvia Plath was pretty fucking depressing. It does feel like that from time to time, however. I think the trick is to not let the Darkness take you over, whatever it may be at the time; its not as bad as it seems.
I’m sitting in the dark. I do that to write often. this time, however, not much of a choice. I’m just writing till the juice runs out on my Laptop. I’ve done this once before, and I usually do this when I’m really tired or dunk but need to write. It’s Called a mindstream. Starting…. Now (keep in mind that I’m not thinking or editing this, so it might not make that much sense, if at all)
The human race is bad at humanity.
It needs practice, but not
at the expense of humanity itself.
I dont see a solution to this,
just the problem.
Cats know something we dont.
Dogs are none the wiser; they like licking their own assholes.
Humans are not unlike dogs; to get where we need to, we’d kiss a little ass too.
If i was high, this exercise would be alot more disjointed.
It might also make alot more sense.
A person is good at heart, as well as intellegent.
People are inherently evil, stupid, and easily cohersed into doing anything.
The only reason we havent advanced as a race is because the people who get “it”
are too lazy to teach us “it” one person at a time,
but keep trying to reach us as people.
Thats like squeezing toothpaste out, and trying to put it back in the tube.
I dont have the sleep pattern of an average person, so obviously, Im awake. Although, if I were to attempt to sleep, there would be a problem doing so. Dont think I’ve really been able to sleep well since her, and to be honest, I dont really think about it, but thats only because Im constantly moving. the moment I start to stand still, all the scars catch up with me. That’s why Im a workaholic. I love to make other excuses, but no other reason is closer to the truth. And It’s not even that I still feel the same way; while she will have a special place in my heart for her, I need room in that muscle for me and my loneliness. I never felt like I got closure; it just feels like i faded away, like a forgotten book in the library of her life.
Oh well. Beats and Songs. Its gonna be a Quantized romance for me tonight; 98BPMs. Later Folks.