Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)The only way you could express it was to get it on paper? I was standing out in the hall, brooding about things in my life that I would not allow myself to dump upon anyone, so I dumped it on the second to last page of my notebook and worked backwards... Nobody will find it. But... Something compels me to put it here, in a journal. A disclaimer: This is not a journal, just a single 3 hour period of me having to put my thoughts onto paper at the time, my thoughts kept coming and coming as I wrote, and much of it may not make sense. But if it does... I welcome your feedback on the manner. Thank you.
-ahem-
To whomever may read this other then myself, I sincerely hope you think no less of me. My mind needed to put some things into storage. This is not a journal, this is a mere spattering of differently colored thoughts... A spatter on a canvas of white, college ruled, paper...
I am white
College rules my life
I am as thin as a sheet of paper... HA!
What is this room?
What is this room we are confined to? 4 walls, filled with temptations, must resist! Lest we're stuck in this room with that tempatation forevermore. Keep telling myself to resist, just can't, have to indulge.
The Human Condition. FUCK THAT, I am not human. Instead, I am a player stuck in the game called LIFE, but there are no spinners to spin, telling me if I succeed. Only my own iron will, standing tall amongst these temptations, all these bad choices floating around me.
Floating, magical harlots, smoking weed; all they want from you is sex.
Which path does one take? When one is faced with choices, resist and persevere, or take on that temptation. What does not kill you... Makes you stronger?? Really?
REALLY?!
Do I feel any stronger than I did that day when I kissed that girl for the first time on that storage shed? I feel like I could learn something frm myself when I was so young... So unrefined... Uninhibited by all the dumb choices I would make, soon to be ashamed, devote to making better choices, slowly getting boxed in...
Back into this room again...
4 walls, temptations calling my name, in that smooth, sexy voice. And I will wonder...
Will they laugh at me? Will I be embarrassed again? What am I so scared of? The world made me like this.
Evil, evil world.
Inhibitions.
Break away from the norm, because deep down, no one wants to fit in. We're only forced to. 4 walls, made of inhibition. Take your mighty hammer, and break them down... If only it were so easy.
My brain spilled today, so invigorating.
-ahem-
To whomever may read this other then myself, I sincerely hope you think no less of me. My mind needed to put some things into storage. This is not a journal, this is a mere spattering of differently colored thoughts... A spatter on a canvas of white, college ruled, paper...
I am white
College rules my life
I am as thin as a sheet of paper... HA!
What is this room?
What is this room we are confined to? 4 walls, filled with temptations, must resist! Lest we're stuck in this room with that tempatation forevermore. Keep telling myself to resist, just can't, have to indulge.
The Human Condition. FUCK THAT, I am not human. Instead, I am a player stuck in the game called LIFE, but there are no spinners to spin, telling me if I succeed. Only my own iron will, standing tall amongst these temptations, all these bad choices floating around me.
Floating, magical harlots, smoking weed; all they want from you is sex.
Which path does one take? When one is faced with choices, resist and persevere, or take on that temptation. What does not kill you... Makes you stronger?? Really?
REALLY?!
Do I feel any stronger than I did that day when I kissed that girl for the first time on that storage shed? I feel like I could learn something frm myself when I was so young... So unrefined... Uninhibited by all the dumb choices I would make, soon to be ashamed, devote to making better choices, slowly getting boxed in...
Back into this room again...
4 walls, temptations calling my name, in that smooth, sexy voice. And I will wonder...
Will they laugh at me? Will I be embarrassed again? What am I so scared of? The world made me like this.
Evil, evil world.
Inhibitions.
Break away from the norm, because deep down, no one wants to fit in. We're only forced to. 4 walls, made of inhibition. Take your mighty hammer, and break them down... If only it were so easy.
My brain spilled today, so invigorating.