So we set fire to the night in a blaze of organic persuasion. - 2am Ramblings
February 14th 2010 02:06
Induce belief or action through this glass filter I call my second home. Where nothing makes one feel more comfortable and yet unbalanced, sloppy and in some cases paranoid and defunct. We sit here and watch a magnetic box of swirling colours and ticking clocks. Of Status Quo, of when and where. We shall Ride. Ride the tumultuous rollercoaster we shall. The rollercoaster that is your high and lows. from the wide open plain that you inhabit you watch your horizons close in leaving you with nothing more then a room with 4 walls and possibly a shard of glass to peak a look through. Nothing illuminates your presence but a dim street light and the pixelated screen you have come so close to know. Bipolar opposites. Mental anguish. Diluted? delusional? of my own self? to what have I become. or are these lies she speaks of? am I not what I seem to be? Is this a game of Trickery that I have established against myself to place myself in a safe and happy place. where I cant get hurt? But if so. why am I still hurt. Why do you make me question myself when you do not know who I really am. You are no mirror. You do not show a true reflection. You twist and manipulate. You darken and make me hesitate. Once believed to be a friend. not a dream but now a nightmare. Time to smoke a cone.
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