Do you claw your way back from oblivion?It’s easy to sit here in all of my moods and sayit would be easier to just not feel at all. When you’re in that moment, when you feel the life draining from you,your consciousness fadingout, are you suddenly desperate not to leave? Sure, life is grim andContinue reading “big questions”
Category Archives: existentialism
dream sequence
What dreams do know,as they float about,we sleep softly andyet, our heads are in places much remote. A sigh, a toss, a turn,reliving ones lossin the dark of nightit’s hard to know what’s wrongwhat’s right? These dreams do lie,and play their tricksthey dangle promises on our lipsso that when we wakethe sweetest painjust to haveContinue reading “dream sequence”
on love and loss
‘all kinds of love in this world but never the same love twice” has always been something I truly believed in. how do you define love when no two loves are the same? how do you move on from a love lost when you know there’s never anything that can replace it? and then toContinue reading “on love and loss”
letter from a girl who also lost her brother.
Welcome to the club. It’s a club that no one wants to be a part of and memberships are non refundable. While no two memberships are the same, there are some parts that remain consistent. Most people won’t understand. That’s okay. Some people will act like it’s not a big deal. It is. Don’t letContinue reading “letter from a girl who also lost her brother.”
wherefore for art thou, existence?
Perhaps just to be sentient is enough. Does life need a purpose or meaning, or is it enough to just be? Is BEING, consciousness, experience, enough to be worth it? In this moment, it feels like it is. To experience life, to feel it, and not only that, but to influence it. Your existence, noContinue reading “wherefore for art thou, existence?”
escapism
Can you feel it? The call, the call to the unknown. The urge to run to flee to frolic to just fucking go. I hear the wind and I close my eyes and I imagine myself light as air, floating through time and space just going, somewhere else, some other time. I feel restless allContinue reading “escapism”
pretty words for wicked girls 