January 2012
December 2011
dear diary,
as of late, i’ve become fascinated with skulls
it's not possible to speak about oneself without being biased
things i believe in and those that i don't
human goodness
forgiveness and understanding
love
simplistic possibilities
beautiful colours
nature’s absolute perfection
forcing unpleasantness
“bed time”
you walk into an elevator, it goes down.
but then sends you back up.
and you can’t stop it.
how do you stop it ?
no kingdom should be created on the backs of slaves
silk, classical, gold, blood, and other carcenogens
only certain people have the touch to feel and appreciate its value and its worth
only certain people have the understanding to enjoy all the fuss and racket
only certain people have the wits to keep and admire its texture and weight
only certain people have the heart to have it, to share it, to spill it, to wear it, to feel it, and to recognize it courses through every vein, until blood serves no other purpose than to be red and then black
only certain people can handle the responsibility of knowing that we die and that it’s okay to play with fate, or, fire and glass, just as sunlight plays with ice, to accept the repercussions of all actions had and to be had and to live by and stand by the essence of a moment. this all the while remembering the well-being of others as well as the well being of one’s own
infinite 8
finite 0
can't buy what isn't made
i think i’ve lost my damn imagination
internal internet eternity
when we get older, people will die and there will be many accounts left online and deserted. kind of eerie.
