Time losing track.It was Monday, or perhaps Thursday, possibly Saturday:Time losing track.
There was no way of knowing. Hands on clocks spun in circles,frantic as they tried to grasp at the threads of time before they slipped between their fingers.
The threads had broken;blown away by some sort of Wind whose breath drew no sensation when it touched human flesh. We humans are not prone to percieving complex concepts, and the Wind scoffs at our ignorance. Dead! Broken. How often people lose track of time,lose control of time. What a trivial issue it is considered to be!...But what if time lost track of itself?
Excuse.Sometimes I wish that I have some sort of disease- at least then I would have an excuse.Excuse.
It's hard to explain...I finally felt free;liberated.From what? I do not know.It's hard to explain...
Maybe it was internal, something fighting inside myself to become free of my body. An independent concept that at times came close to being in my grasp,my understanding, but before I had captured it, it was gone. The concept enslaved me. It controlled my actions, and my thoughts were consumed by it. What it was? I still do not know. All I know was that it was important, but now it's gone, and I'll never understand. You could say I'm free,it is gone, the feeling that I'm going to reach that epiphany, that climax of thought...it's all gone now. The concept has been freed;maybe someo
High School CrushWhat he stands for is just a symbol in your mind. Sure, he's a real person and everything, but he has becomeHigh School Crush
distorted and warped out of proportion so now he has become an enigma; all that you wish in a person, although he is not neccersarily . You spend your time wishing, dreaming
about what he is like, that you have idolized him. You have no idea how he is in reality, but believe him to be what you have conjured up inside of your head: perfection. Well, I think you should realize that he is NOT perfection
at all, and , in fact, is most likely far from perfect and whatever else i
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I don't really expect anyone to look at it; basically just a place where I can record my mental diarrhea without my parents ever finding it...
they found my stash of journals and became a tad bit concerned.hahah.
well, i enjoy talking to new people, so leave a comment or something.
haha.
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