| Jan. 4th, 2008 @ 01:05 am Disconnected Dots. |
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I've been weird lately.
I'd like to say that my mood have been random and one moment i'm this and the next i'm that; but that would give it more of a nihilistic sense of not meaning much other than i'm a teenager.
It's much stranger than that; I'll be sitting in a movie and enjoying it, it's over and somebody says something, and I completely despise them for what they just said. For an hour or two, I'll completely hate people, have no desire to talk, I just want to sit and . . . I don't know, do what? I don't know. I haven't done much of anything recently, I've felt so useless. It's a strange thought, but have you ever had the creeping feeling that your life doesn't mean that much and a lot of people's heads would be clear of a dark cloud or some chaos would leave the world, or some lives would improve if you weren't apart of it all?
Or have you ever been sitting in a group and thought, "What am I doing here?" or "Who are these people?"
Lately I've felt like nobody really knows me. That leads to me thinking that there's nothing really to know. Other than fictitious jokes and what else? I have no clue. Blegh, I don't know.
Things have been good, I suppose, but why this rut? I don't know.
Say you have this other side of you, but you don't know it. And it lives as a star. This version of yourself, composed of nothing but pure energy and thought. And by some galactic, cosmic accident, you, down here, imperfect, human, flawed, opinionated, ignorant, whatever.. by one of these universal accident, you look up at the sky, and you stare directly at yourself, in the sky, the star you. Pure Energy and Thought.
You see yourself. If you were the star,
What would you say to you?
One sentence. The Best Of You, all Of you, pure energy and thought.
What Would You Say?
Thanks,
♫ jake ♫ |
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