December 2009
9 posts
trickshot
I used to feel connected to people in a special way. Like this was our struggle through life, this was us trying to map ourselves. When did we lose that. When did everyone decide that it wasn’t about them anymore, it was about people they had never met, things they had never done. It was about fighting a battle next door, leaving your body in the basement back here to take stock. I used...
Is it at all strange
that there could be offence taken by your choices, when your character is not in question? That offence could be taken by your character, when your choices are not.
That there are degrees of character, that character can be strong. That it can be weak. A choice can be a strong one, or a weak one.
But I guess you can make right choices, and never be at all sure about your character.
The blisters let you remember for awhile,
a little longer than the muscle pains.
think you're using your head?
i gotta take it off
ghosts on the 20th floor
Left a library with books to ceiling
that are slowly disapearing.
Good luck.
I try my best,
and usually its not enough. All you get for it most of the time is shrapnel. I think the only thing that seperates an optimist from a pessimist is knowledge of the billions of possible ways to procede. How can the glass ever be half empty, empty is nothing. Even half is more than nothing.