This life I'm in is something I chose.
As if living has now finished and the prime of your life has blossomed, ignited, burned and slowly withered, wilting away into the sunset of life.
I'm about to see a million things I thought I'd never see before and I I'm about to do all the things I've dreamed of And I don't even miss you at all ~ The Used Bulimic Caspar David Frederich ~ The Wanderer Above the Mists I've been reading a lot into my circumstances recently.… Continue reading This life I have.
Home is where the heart is. I've been wandering around these passages since I've been back, remembering everything that used to be. I remember skirting a bit to the side for a dog that used to sleep in that spot. He was big back then, it was a habit I guess, he slept a lot.… Continue reading House and Home ~ The Nomad Edition
What to talk about? I'm sitting here at this desk staring blankly into the computer screen. My mind far away unforeseen by mere mortal eyes. I drift upon clouds and complexities not even I can comprehend. Almost as if my mind can sub-consciously, work out life's many mysteries without even consciously thinking it. Arrogance, you… Continue reading The choices we make
New post today, whoop whoop! So I had a thought today, about myself and how I become so immersed in fiction I despise returning to reality. It amuses me how my mind becomes so caught up in a world so unlike my own and yet so similar. How characters on pages are related to everyday… Continue reading The immersion of fiction in everyday reality
Undetermined, undermined, inexcusable, obnoxia driven through irreverent misconceptions of inexplicable detriment. Spoken aloud through misplaced idiosyncrasies of people too inept of empathy and understanding. Shout for the injustice of non-committed promises and indistinguishable lies! Driven by the mouths of those who speak before thought. Whose misplaced intelligence is brought through stereotypical genre's, the bread and butter… Continue reading Irreverence
First blog or diary for myself, I think. Never done it before, can write anything! ANYTHING, and yet I find myself, rather hmm, pensive. Ahh well, I suppose its being excited to express my own thoughts for once without being critiqued. So begins a journey, where it will end up? Who will read it? who knows?… Continue reading The beginning of the journey