The more I see, the less I believe...
What else is new?
I've been picking at a thread in the wall. I leave a note on the other side to show myself I'm at ease and I move slowly back and forth from the brink. If a person is standing in the middle of a dark alley, they may be scared. Even completely empty, the space itself is frightening. It's an unidentifiable feeling based on fleeting perceptions.
A lot of emotions can be like that -- corporeally binding, but logically unsound. But maybe the brain has been built by the body, and is guided by muscle and flesh, by basic impulses? The most extravagent idea is nothing but an imposition of a very basic piece of thought. And that thought is weaved in rythym with the body.
Everything I think gets washed away at the end of the day, and I'm back to here. What are plans, besides a way to get my mind off of the horrible depth I've fallen to?
I hate people. I hate all people. Everything they do only triggers something in my brain. This leads to a feeling that I associate with each person, and they're always too complex to be good. It's never simple, there is never anything basic behind a person's eyes.
And I hate myself for thinking this way. I hate myself for this delusion that has brought me to my knees.
It's at times like this that I remember why I've always felt like something ominous was breathing down my neck.
I've been picking at a thread in the wall. I leave a note on the other side to show myself I'm at ease and I move slowly back and forth from the brink. If a person is standing in the middle of a dark alley, they may be scared. Even completely empty, the space itself is frightening. It's an unidentifiable feeling based on fleeting perceptions.
A lot of emotions can be like that -- corporeally binding, but logically unsound. But maybe the brain has been built by the body, and is guided by muscle and flesh, by basic impulses? The most extravagent idea is nothing but an imposition of a very basic piece of thought. And that thought is weaved in rythym with the body.
Everything I think gets washed away at the end of the day, and I'm back to here. What are plans, besides a way to get my mind off of the horrible depth I've fallen to?
I hate people. I hate all people. Everything they do only triggers something in my brain. This leads to a feeling that I associate with each person, and they're always too complex to be good. It's never simple, there is never anything basic behind a person's eyes.
And I hate myself for thinking this way. I hate myself for this delusion that has brought me to my knees.
It's at times like this that I remember why I've always felt like something ominous was breathing down my neck.
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