Thursday, May 26, 2011

#18

One thrives on their need for people, hence the decisions currently made has adhered to their personality. Unable to describe perfection, almost everything innate would be incredibly suitable, yet lacking in the one important case.

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One the opposite, hence the decisions currently made tries to adhere to them, yet doesn't know. Does not know. Unable to describe perfection, almost everything innate would be incredibly suitable, yet in comparison to the above this one does not lack in the important case, yet is not as suitable in other areas as above.

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Again, walking the long way home for apparent reason, he never reaches a conclusion. For now.

Monday, May 23, 2011

#17

This simple action, this simple thing that once to him meant absolutely nothing meant so much. The deep breathing, the shock, he became stiff, he went numb. The intense rush went through him. A familiar feeling that hadn't happened for months on end.

Friday, May 20, 2011

#16

The slow walk as he basked in the ambience of the environment, again and again, the familiarity of this was immense. Staring at the screens of blue, the indication of what time was left before the departure of the entire day. Separating, on the corner of his eye, a smile glaring back at him, as they walked their respective ways, to soon join again in the near future.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

#15

The sky is darker than usual. That same glow coming off the light seems either intensified or dimmed, either way I have no idea why it's either when they're complete polar opposites. The instrumental music blasting through my ears as I think into the night about stupid trivial things, existential things, well mostly existential things. Life is like that though. Here I am listening to music someone created in a studio. Did they know that someone sitting in their bed would listen to it as they thought about life and everything? Music accompanying someone as they write down their current thoughts, it's pure ecstasy. That's what I have to say for it. Trapped in a moment of time, constructed by man.