February 7th 2013
I have never felt so dejected as on this night, of which clued into my own life. It is this time I have since realized remains symbolic of me.
I do not know when it all started, what I can suggest is this: that through my self interest, provides me dissatisfaction.
It all happened in a circle, where I see the equivalent of Beavus and Butthead, what in the 90's were abnormal looking caricatures named as the characters. It is rather disheartening to be witness to such flagrant stupidity. That cure in my mind, to be adept in the art of reasoning which is chocolate or chocolate milk - because neither tastes the same as the other. After some deliberation, one of the cartoons insist that chocolate milk is the correct answer.
The problem is, what do we know is the taste of chocolate milk. All we know is the consistency of the flavor has its expiration date, to which it is no longer valid. So, the great trouble in solving this puzzle, never really had a fair examination.
This is where I encountered a person, that this person forbid the use of its name neither 'him' or 'her' - just a person of no equal or lesser importance.
The next person requires description as a monopoly figure; not the kind of thing you pay attention to everyday.
Through this emotional containment, there is a projection involving no real source of words, just a reality present, where the kind of things that you think about are never real.
This is where I discovered how bad I feel about myself. That through the course of this dilemma, the most unnatural of paranoia, its been said, I have brought something to life much louder than the eye can see. There is a place, where I sense prevalent or profound, its manner that no one else feels where a sacred seed has been planted.
This is to allow the forgiving nature of anything less than its kind. That is the only rule.
All this follows is one simple question: can you think of the one thing that possess courage over you. If you answer that correctly, you have made it a greater sacrifice of yourself.
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The moral of this is in my next source of words these ideas create, as they manifest over time.
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How much courage must you possess, to truly allow another person to hold you safely in their arms. Is there such a thought that crossed your mind, if even at random. Does that same person attract you whole hearted. If you open your eyes, you will see the amount of it in shatters. If you seek it in your heart, you will feel the empathy it takes, that resonates. If you radiate honesty.
Those are skills of the heart, against darker forces of nature.
I have lived to see the kind of things most do not attempt to. Can you search for the truth, in its most vulnerable state. How do you know it. Why did you.



