the end is approaching.

we have been living in riddles forever. our lives are in shambles and yet we find comfort in (not humanity! but) inanimatecy. thats not a word but you get it. our minds are the greatest entertainment we have and we abuse it by not using it. two thousand eleven is approaching and all you want to change is your looks? so shallow we've become. when we are born we are first aware of, not ourselves, but others. we are aware of our mother and her love for us, due to the fact that we have no consciousness of our own selves. we learn to master our mothers love, and through appreciation/care/love she has for us we feel valuable, we feel significant. as time progresses an ego builds and being apprehensive appears normal. once the significance has been built, your ego grows and you don't want it shattered. shallow shallow shallow. thats all i'm seeing for the new year.

flirting with the clouds

we are existing through light. i dont even write the same as before. constant constant constant consistency. i am ill-equipped. its like im just here, waiting. i'm waiting, and waiting. ill-equipped because i dont have a clue on what i should do to better peoples knowledge about me. i am the anti. bruised, he said, like the rest just throw it out. im a fucking apple ive been picked specifically on my face/small frame/weak ambition. my apologies for, not satisfying your simple sugar craving, being extremely firm, and wilting after the first bite. i never wanted to be anything other than you're everything and at this point this sentence is going to need a comma. well i want you happy at all cost. -__- and i want me happy at all cost.

this morning i woke up and you were the first thing i saw. you brought me breakfast, and a ring. i threw that shit out the window.