L Lawliet
New in Town
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So, this is just a bit of sensible gibberish I procured from my coffee induced euphoria. On the whole it bears great meaning, you just have to find it. Actually, there's no need to fit together the puzzle, it's already formed, you just have to take a step back and observe...
I love to much so I hate the rest. I lose everything because I believe there is something to gain. I am forever weeping but never shed a tear. The spark of inspiration that feeds me is the passion of impulse. The spontaneous attraction that captivates the mind and ensares the senses. The mystery of knowledge, its source, its medium, and its destination. The unequivocal sensation that accompanies the simplest of thoughts and basist of instincts has driven me close to or over the edge and I don't know whether to love or detest it. Has this new state of mind driven others away from me or have I sought seclusion since the begining? Dreams are a precious commodity of mine. I relish in the opportunity to explore myself in the third person perspective of subconcious cognitive visions that are seldom seen these days now that I sleep so little. But oh the joy when I see those long forgotten friends and those who never escape my thoughts. It is as if we shared our own little secret, our refuge from the inescapable terrors of the world was merely a whispered rendezvous and a shy smile that showed we knew each other and that it was enough for us to survive a little longer! But the world is not so simple as finding a hiding place and someone to share it with. Cursed are all things capable of thought because those thoughts can easily betray us. For example: When you find a person you are attracted to it is a breathtaking experience sparked by the previously mentioned "impulse". And if by the miracle that the person has feelings for you as well then usually you flirt, play with the time you share together, convince yourself that everything you want in a person is right in front of you. Never once caring to asess the likely event that you will become unattracted to the other person! The begining is marvelous! You fall in love, the experience might not be the first time you've "gone out" with another person but it feels like it! The new sensation of sharing life with another person is something to envy of course!
But, usually, you are crushed in the end... It is the curse of those capable of 'love'. Not the current definition of love which is used so offhandedly as to simply end a phone call or force conversation, but the true need for that person, the will to live solely by whether or not you believe you can hold that person, or speak with them, or even just to think about the beautiful chance that you can get 5 seconds to exchange a glance with that special someone!
But, sometimes they do not love you back... The need for one another dies, it whithers away and fall lifeless to the floor. Trodden on by the simple people that live out their lives while you are banished to the pergatory of your own thoughts. Left to decay under the filth the world has deluded themselves into believing is affection or pity, either way the terms are interchangable at this point. You fester and cling to false hope that you will be saved from the russian roulette game you have been cast into by the gracious hand that gave you that moments peace.........
I ask this of you......endure. Don't whimper and crawl to your next noose. Those who now do not know love needn't worry about the sweet death that awaits a reaching heart. Do not fear the bliss that you enjoy with nothing more than a searching gaze and a soft kiss. You will not die from a disease you create yourself and you will not understand why the antidote offered to you is undrinken. I have known many things, and forgotten more. I do not wish my end unto anyone, but, I will forever recomend the means and method to my madness..........
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I love to much so I hate the rest. I lose everything because I believe there is something to gain. I am forever weeping but never shed a tear. The spark of inspiration that feeds me is the passion of impulse. The spontaneous attraction that captivates the mind and ensares the senses. The mystery of knowledge, its source, its medium, and its destination. The unequivocal sensation that accompanies the simplest of thoughts and basist of instincts has driven me close to or over the edge and I don't know whether to love or detest it. Has this new state of mind driven others away from me or have I sought seclusion since the begining? Dreams are a precious commodity of mine. I relish in the opportunity to explore myself in the third person perspective of subconcious cognitive visions that are seldom seen these days now that I sleep so little. But oh the joy when I see those long forgotten friends and those who never escape my thoughts. It is as if we shared our own little secret, our refuge from the inescapable terrors of the world was merely a whispered rendezvous and a shy smile that showed we knew each other and that it was enough for us to survive a little longer! But the world is not so simple as finding a hiding place and someone to share it with. Cursed are all things capable of thought because those thoughts can easily betray us. For example: When you find a person you are attracted to it is a breathtaking experience sparked by the previously mentioned "impulse". And if by the miracle that the person has feelings for you as well then usually you flirt, play with the time you share together, convince yourself that everything you want in a person is right in front of you. Never once caring to asess the likely event that you will become unattracted to the other person! The begining is marvelous! You fall in love, the experience might not be the first time you've "gone out" with another person but it feels like it! The new sensation of sharing life with another person is something to envy of course!
But, usually, you are crushed in the end... It is the curse of those capable of 'love'. Not the current definition of love which is used so offhandedly as to simply end a phone call or force conversation, but the true need for that person, the will to live solely by whether or not you believe you can hold that person, or speak with them, or even just to think about the beautiful chance that you can get 5 seconds to exchange a glance with that special someone!
But, sometimes they do not love you back... The need for one another dies, it whithers away and fall lifeless to the floor. Trodden on by the simple people that live out their lives while you are banished to the pergatory of your own thoughts. Left to decay under the filth the world has deluded themselves into believing is affection or pity, either way the terms are interchangable at this point. You fester and cling to false hope that you will be saved from the russian roulette game you have been cast into by the gracious hand that gave you that moments peace.........
I ask this of you......endure. Don't whimper and crawl to your next noose. Those who now do not know love needn't worry about the sweet death that awaits a reaching heart. Do not fear the bliss that you enjoy with nothing more than a searching gaze and a soft kiss. You will not die from a disease you create yourself and you will not understand why the antidote offered to you is undrinken. I have known many things, and forgotten more. I do not wish my end unto anyone, but, I will forever recomend the means and method to my madness..........
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