You are the monolithic, A fearless pillar of adoration, a wall that cannot be climbed, a blunt force of sincerity. No waves of despair or distrust will crash or tear at the integrity of your resolve. So let them come, you’ve shed too many layers of your skin and you’re still shivering. What more can they take from the hollowed? I’d take you to where it’s warm, but your icy bones would simply pour away. You’re trapped, trapped in the waters that bore you. I envy your strength, I fear your weakness.

Colour is losing it’s vibrancy in my eyes. I’m becoming blind the the sharp clarity that natural light exposes. I am almost endlessly taken away from that one particular beauty.

My eyes are fading, repetition is creating a grey coat to my perception. 

I miss it, I am fortunate that I appreciate it now. But that’s a hollow victory, the human condition only allows for our simple minds to appreciate what we don’t have. 

I miss the colour red the most.

Live to work, work to live, I’d love to break the cycle that has been forced upon me. But I’ve been conditioned so well by the world around me that it will never happen. I will always want more things. I will always be tied to a job, in one place. I will restrict my own freedom to get it. Happiness comes second in place of possession. 

In isolation, we became our own martyrs

But in each other, a new solace was found

You were my saviour, you showed me love

But I just can’t stand it

Don’t forgive me, I wasn’t wrong

I am my own man

You needed more than I could offer to you

Tied to my heart I will just cut you out

Pick your head up you don’t know a thing about the pain of love and lost cause.

You lie to everyone and I’m so fucking obsessed

This isn’t right, you are a curse; get the fuck out of my head                           

You inevitably brought the best out of me,

I’m ashamed that it tookhatred to make me see

I hope you’re happy with what you did to me

I thought that I would never love again

You needed more than I could offer to you

Tied to my heart I will just cut you out

Pick your head up you don’t know a thing about the pain of love and lost cause.

Severed, in two pieces, finally, a breath

I say that you were nothing, to me

Broken hearted means nothing with you

Don’t say you ever loved me

A message, to those who’ve ever said they’ve loved

What makes you happy, has to end. 

True enough, but who says that the world and life are creations, I think in the realm of possibility, chance is a more likely cause than a creator. Just because life is so limited, I think that using human examples of creation to try and prove god, even though what we create is nothing compared to the what we are surrounded by naturally is ridiculous, it’s a flawed logic. 

Creation and existence aren’t the same. 

Preoccupied with the thoughts of scholars. I envy people with the time to think and explore imagination, colour and the vibrant passion a free life can give you. The people who enjoy these things are the real winners. Menial tasks and plastic cash, the fickle and heartless norm. But I conform…

I’ll see you when I can Tumblr. Don’t miss me too much. 

I begin earning my way tomorrow, a dream I’ve been waiting for. It’s not the most pleasant of things, but I will proudly be able to pay for my own material possessions and treat those who brought me up. I’m looking forward, in to my future, and I’m hoping that the ones who strive to educate haven’t failed me. I hope I don’t fail myself. I hope my path leads me to where I want to go. 

Whilst I’m on tumblr I enjoy the fact that only people I know personally who follow me actually know what I look like really, I think I’ve posted one picture of myself. I like thinking that the content of my blog is all people who follow me actually know of me. 

I might start posting pictures of myself, though I’m not sure if I’m arrogant/confident/self absorbed enough to do that. That’s more what I have Facebook for. 

I like blogs that are more conceptual, ones that focus on the inner being of a person. I agree tumblr works a place to post your face and where you can put a face to the thoughts that are presented.

Perhaps I should just stop complaining and learn some more Macbeth or Wuthering Heights.

I think it’s possibly the most moving song I’ve written. Well to me at least, it feels like my life right now, the hopeful progression I want to make, the overreaching that I always do in everything I attempt. It then moves on to aggression, and the positive energy that can come out of it. But overall it finishes on a sombre note, a melody and harmony that nearly brings me to tears. It just lives and breathes the words that a good friend of mine and I spoke about. 

“Everything that makes you happy has to end.” 

Life’s a tragedy, we’re all the victims. Everyone has the flaw that could lead to their downfall. Almost everyone loves the cathartic release that is regret and whichever way they enjoy expressing it.

I think you should just enjoy life for its highs but more importantly be grounded enough to realise that you’re not infallible. That’s the greatest hubris that people have. The ironic part is when we’re in a good place we tend to forget that part. 

It is the downfall of us all to quote Jeremy McKinnon.