Medicated Logic

It's funny how most things in life never turn out the way you expect them to. That all your goals just disappear as you flow down a small creek with no paddle or life raft. How everything can turn upside down from one second to the next.

We all strive to get somewhere but we never really look at the scenery on the road. The distracting beauty of a thousand different other things in life. Things we can't look at or else risk falling off our high wire highway. All the different things that we could become, all the feelings that linger after just a few seconds spent with the one we love. The intoxicating fumes of a cigarette one day meant to be only a remembrance to a night spent staring at a screen with a blinking bar. Looking straight ahead. Life is too short to enjoy. We all have to run. I should doubt....

God, or whatever higher power there might be out there, didn't plan life to be pleasurable. That wasn't his work. It was you, me, them... It was all the people out there that lived, died, killed and shook this world off its balance that did that. Just stand still for a second. Light a cigarette and let the noise drip in. It's the voice of a beating, living entity. An obscure creation that has the sole purpose of making us wobble. The good along side the bad, the beautiful along side of the ugly. The things that make us realize who we are and what exactly that is worth.

I can't really say that this blog actually has any motivation or any sense for that matter but all I know is that we're all heading towards one certain moment in life when we close our eyes and never open them again. Why are we all hurrying? Why are we running head forward into an oblivion we all fear so much? You all can run if you want. I'll be here, sitting on my rock watching as everyone flows away out of sight. But if you understood anything from my mindless midnight rambling, there's always room for one more.

Etichete: disgust, hate, kill

I realize that it's been some time since I last blogged something but I can assure everyone that it was only because I had nothing interesting to write about. But seeing as I actually had some time to meditate on my own life rather then that of the socials this is what I have to say: It's lonely at the top.
And I do mean really lonely. My last few weeks have been a sort of an introspection on my own life. My thoughts on everything; on my life, the things that have the biggest impact on it and so on. And you know what I found? That the most unsound thing in one persons life is love. Now before you get the idea that I've become mushy and sentimental let's get one thing straight. I never said that I was anything else. Even if I resemble a venetian god I am nothing farther from you then you are from anything else. Yes, I bleed and I love and I hate and drink and do whatever you measly mortals do. But among all of these love can be the only one that is as gaged as a cliff.
Everyone has their wish and I know this. Mine however is always the hardest to achieve for some reason. Some say that I ask for too much, others that I ask for childish things. Now I wonder what you, the reader would say? What I wish for is unconditional love with sentiments. I want to be able to hold someone and them holding me. I want someone to savor every moment spent with me and someone that will be there when I need them. Well kiddies, this is love. And if you haven't figured it out yet then I'm sure that I wished for your head chopped off a year ago.

All I ever wanted is a hug and a kiss to last forever.