August 2009
72 posts
recent obsessions:
haiku
piano
painting again
synthetic touch
youre hard to the tips
plastic ungiving cold fake
give me something real
who gives a fuck
not me.
quicksand
We’ve all felt like this before…that sickening black hole emotion. You know, the kind of feeling when you’re doing something mundane as driving down the 405 and you reevalute all the events occurring in your past till present, with no hope for the future. Nothing helps, no matter how many glasses of alcohol you drink, no matter how many friends ask, “are you ok?” no amount of retail therapy, and any good deed you do to counteract the negativity somehow ends up backfiring. Then there’s that moment when you think things could be worse and you feel a twinge of guilt because there’s others out there less fortunate than you, however it still doesn’t make that gaping empty hole in your heart go away. You’re stuck in a job where passion isn’t present, friends to trust are few to none, and the ones who are there are the first to be pushed away, family is mentally and physically distant…it’s difficult to get yourself out of this fucked up quicksand of a mentality. yeah…today is one of those days. i raise my glass of Riesling for cheers of a better tomorrow.
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