graah

Things that have died off should stay dead. You can't let nostalgia trick you into thinking you can rekindle that old magic. It was special for a reason. It was spontaneous, not a deliberate process. It grew without being prodded, became great without any overt effort. It was amazing. Amazing things end though. We're left with those memories, though. Don't disrespect them by thinking you can just make it happen again. Don't trivialize greatness.

Kingshit

I don't have a cause. This concerns me, as those who live without causes often become boring psuedo zombies who groan in low gravelly voices to and from work until they fall apart and die. Again. If someone asked me what my cause in life was, I'd prolly say "To create art", but that's such a flimsy basis to go by. You wanna make art? What kind of art? Art that makes people go "oooh that's pretty"? Art that shocks and challenges ideology? Art that really isn't art so much as it is a money grabbing scheme? Art that's pretentious as fuck and has no real value? What do you really want to create? I have the luxury of of being in the thawing spring of my youth, and also the additional luxury of knowing that the spring is only worth something it if you take advantage of it while its still here. I'm making a path, but sometimes I wonder how far it'll go.

/emo

Trauma

The pit called the human mind goes a long way. So easy to lose your grip and fall down. Down, down, down, deeper in the hole and into madness. Such a thick tangle of manias that you may never climb your way back up.

Happy

Yet not so happy, sort of a middling emotion, noncommittal, even. Not even worth contemplating, is it? The sort of thing that passes over easily, like grey clouds. Quick, solitary moment in time, minuscule in the vast expanse.