Sunday, 17 August 2008
06:17:49 AM (GMT)
my thoughts in recent days & nights, have become violent, in the violence i've
pursed sense & the further sense embeds itself among the words, the more chase it
dispersed so thinly amongst my bloodspattered musings lays a kind of beauty i've
never seen. i don't believe it has any physical features, no boundaries, it's full of
flaws. all i understand is that it's real, it's not me, it's not inside of me, but
it's always near. i feed of it, taking only what i need & letting it take what it
must from me.
my theories have become more obscure, more unorthodox, more logical. i've shared very
few, but what i have let out, has recieved feedback of which i could only dream of.
i've found others who share the same views as me, one in particular who i'm growing
to like very much, a boy, younger than myself, who i underestimated greatly. his
theories, much like my own, are of corse young in thought, but amongst the
obscurities make some kind of dissonant sense.