So its been a while journal.Time has seemed to go by at a blinding pace. Since my last entry have been through half of my first semester of college, Started learning Tattooing, planned my escape, Been back home, come back , have had several wild nights, And walked the fren Quater for hours. Through all this I feel I have drifted , as though I disconected from the world around me. All I see are ants scurring around under my magnifying glass. Another place another day another group of people who are dying at there own pace.
So unattached have I become , Its a silent tragic way to veiw life , but so angelic at the same time. Its all blurring by as the day comes and goes. Im on the outside looking in on a dying world. I mearly exist as a ghost. I love but only to an extent , becuase I realize what I love wont be around forever. What a curse this angelic look at things is and what a burdon it is to those I come in contact with .
This is mearly a fomality hopefully Ill find my place in all this someday
COMMENTS
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Bloodmother
03:38 Nov 08 2010
One step at a time, Neara. Keep your head clear. Keep observing. Keep writing it down. Revelation isn't usually all at once. It's gradual. Nature can be kind; give you a break to get green, set your roots. Be kind to yourself.