Erebus cover me
So I get home and realize that I'm not sure I can go to sleep.
Right now I'm eating Cool-Whip from the bowl, drinking green tea, and listening to Beautiful Things (Andain) for about the fifth time since 5:50.
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Got up early, found something's missing: my only name. No one else sees but I got stuck, and soon forever came. Stopped pushing on for just a second, then nothing's changed. Who am I this time, where's my name? I guess it crept away.
No one's calling for me at the door; and unpredictable won't bother anymore; and silently gets harder to ignore.
Get me up, wake me up; dreams are filling this trace of blame. Frozen still I thought I could stop, Now who's gonna wait.
[Full]
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I really like this song; it's exactly how I've been feeling this weekend. I know Monday's going to be a really bad day, but I've done nowhere near what I should have done to prepare for the assault. Sometimes I wish that I could just "hand over the reins" of this life to someone who knows what they're doing; maybe they could get it all fixed up and return it sometime.
You know, when you draw a picture from life, the image is composed of strokes made solely in relation to other strokes, mimicking the relation of isolated elements of your perception. Now if you get caught up in a single element or area and work it to completion, you find that it's harder and sometimes well-nigh impossible to construct any further accurate relationships.
It seems that this applies to life as well: if you work solely on a single element of your life, it gets increasingly more difficult to place this element in relation to others. Specifically an example: if the highest degree of control and balance is perfected upon one's self, it proves difficult to practice control over more external portions of one's life.
__________
[Previously written]
As a child we have all the answers. Each of us is an oracle in his own right, the greatest purveyor of knowledge this world has known. Granted this feat is made simpler by the fact that things are purely black or white in youth; the gray area opens, then, as we age and slowly swallows us, a careful digestion of preconceptions and immature, ill-gotten notions.
What if one day I wake up from this dream and begin to forget this world? Will I experience regret for not accomplishing anything or taking enough chances or will I simply pass from this plane with no recollection?
Right now I'm eating Cool-Whip from the bowl, drinking green tea, and listening to Beautiful Things (Andain) for about the fifth time since 5:50.
__________
Got up early, found something's missing: my only name. No one else sees but I got stuck, and soon forever came. Stopped pushing on for just a second, then nothing's changed. Who am I this time, where's my name? I guess it crept away.
No one's calling for me at the door; and unpredictable won't bother anymore; and silently gets harder to ignore.
Get me up, wake me up; dreams are filling this trace of blame. Frozen still I thought I could stop, Now who's gonna wait.
[Full]
__________
I really like this song; it's exactly how I've been feeling this weekend. I know Monday's going to be a really bad day, but I've done nowhere near what I should have done to prepare for the assault. Sometimes I wish that I could just "hand over the reins" of this life to someone who knows what they're doing; maybe they could get it all fixed up and return it sometime.
You know, when you draw a picture from life, the image is composed of strokes made solely in relation to other strokes, mimicking the relation of isolated elements of your perception. Now if you get caught up in a single element or area and work it to completion, you find that it's harder and sometimes well-nigh impossible to construct any further accurate relationships.
It seems that this applies to life as well: if you work solely on a single element of your life, it gets increasingly more difficult to place this element in relation to others. Specifically an example: if the highest degree of control and balance is perfected upon one's self, it proves difficult to practice control over more external portions of one's life.
__________
[Previously written]
As a child we have all the answers. Each of us is an oracle in his own right, the greatest purveyor of knowledge this world has known. Granted this feat is made simpler by the fact that things are purely black or white in youth; the gray area opens, then, as we age and slowly swallows us, a careful digestion of preconceptions and immature, ill-gotten notions.
What if one day I wake up from this dream and begin to forget this world? Will I experience regret for not accomplishing anything or taking enough chances or will I simply pass from this plane with no recollection?
posted by Greg at 6:11 AM
1 Comments:
<3 That song is so enchanting!
and yeah.. I know how you feel when you say it was exactly how you have been feeling. We all have times like that. ^_^
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