Monday, June 27, 2016

the party you are trying to reach has been disconnected. goodbye!!

Over the course of several days, weeks, months, years, I've come to realize a lot of things, and come to forget many others. I've come to see things for what they truly are, and all the while question my own perception of them. I've come to think about myself, but never really think about myself. I find it interesting, actually, the extent to which this carries itself out, the extent to which I am quite confused, or more so, empty minded. I'm not experiencing a strenuous sense of overpoweringly conflicting emotions in my mind, I am not confused. Empty minded, not so much in the sense where I've come to grow dumb and shallow, but more so in the sense where I feel a literal emptiness in my mind, akin to confusion, not confusion. A blankness, one that may forbid you from getting up from your seat, from understanding any perplexing desire and urge, from realizing what you must realize or seeing that there was never anything to realize in the first place, but that's too simple, what got me in this state of emptiness in the first place. I don't think it's a bad thing, not at all, nothing ever is really. It's more so a state of mind, a place to be engulfed in a sea of empty thoughts, no intangibly tangible thoughts, but a blanket around my heart, a very warming feeling and state of mind, one like being thrown into the outskirts of a forest in the middle of the night, but you're not alone, you have blankets, and you could make a fire if you try hard enough. You won't die, it's not that dangerous, fearful quite, but also calming, you have nowhere to be and nothing at all to do or think about. You could, however, think, if you want to, but no thoughts come out really. I think the voice that makes its way around my physical being every so often, but not too often, tells me to turn once more to art, to the sole means of expression that need not benefit from any modern day advances or additions, to one that hands no favorability to the louder of the bunch, or, quite similarly but not always the less authentic. bye

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