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| suspensionrings (profile) wrote, on 11-19-2003 at 8:42pm | |
| I am unchanged. While those around me sprout wings and iron hooks and learn to fly and pierce the eyes of their lesser beings, I am unchanged. Time is worthless to me. I am standing in the rain with my face in my hands. A blindfold over my mouth, tendrils shriveled with unuse. My stomach is boiling with acid, I'm hungry and yet disgusted at the thought of food. It seems like I've forgotten everything. And I can't forget anything. The past and my own blinding stupidity still stings. Alas alas. Oh. Shit. |
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runredrabbit | 11-22-03 3:17am growth is a lie.
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suspensionrings | Re:, 11-22-03 6:22am Nobody ever really changes, they just walk on a different side of the earth. Life as a journey of self-discovery. Or not. Depends on which direction your eyes are facing: out or in? Shall I cut above the wrist or below? Change masks a thousand times but the voice, the body, the mind will remain the same. Growth is spinning inwards, discovering more of the self than previously thought existed. Or flying into ten thousand pieces and learning to ignore your id, growing "mature." Or curling tendrils around other people, maturity via friends and family. "Growth" is, in my eyes, {which are eternally pointed inward} reaching for whatever is joy. Follow your bliss and "maturity" {calmness} will follow. Or . . . not. {Nothing is real, nothing is for sure, nothing is true.}
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