The Process of Fast Forwarding
This is what serenity is right here: not needing to posses the ability to be able to do anything but being completely at peace with that realization.
I'm trying to buy time right now but it's cost is getting higher and higher by the day. And time isn't like a regular commodity, it's one that grips you. Once you buy into the illusion that time can be bought, you redirect all your sources of income towards the pursuit of gaining more. These last five days seem like a complete blur despite so filled with vivid experiences, and I think it's because all I have been doing is freebasing time out of a $5 oil burner from the head shop.
Yeah time can pretty much be ingested in any way. Reason being is that its not exactly time, it's the illusion of time. So it doesn't matter. Either way it gets you thinking and feeling something.
When was I supposed to actually start trying again?
Wasn't that yesterday or something?
Shit oh, well I'll start tomorrow then.
Why I go
Giving up hope on ever having things align the way we'd like them to, is the most logical thing as person can do for themselves. But follow logic, and you'll find yourself nose deep in an ocean with no one no where around. So what, things aren't going to end up fairy tale like? Doesn't mean I can't dream. And that's what's going to save me from the this existence which some deem a fluke, while others see it as Plan A. Whatever it is, it's got me down... so I go up.
It's crazy because I've totally shut down all the processes which I partake of in order to get a moment of peace. But even then, the background noise was louder than heard of cattle running over shiny trash can lids. I've been searching for that moment where I can sit back and not care about anything. When that moment comes, trust me, I'll be smiling big and proud for the rest of the days I have on this earth.
The more I have to
pretend
to be nice around you, the more I probably hate you.
We're all just chasing a high we're never going to get,
well at least not in this lifetime
so proposing a change in direction wouldn't be such a bad thing
but then we've been on the road so long
that turning back would prove useless as well.
by the time the sun is down, we're not even
a millionth of the way there.
nONE of us remember what the place looked like,
we just remember the comfort of it, calling us back
from this cruel cold world,
so now we run into the channel and cross
to the other side, yet redemption is still not found.
This is a place where I come when given inspiration. This is also the place where I leave it, where it serves no purpose but to fill space.