Somewhat someway
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It is exactly 2:40a.m and so this quiet journey begins as I will decipher these thoughts into form as they will come to be, regardless how short or lengthy are the passes and intertwining paths or how it may dwell between islands of abstraction and the reality as we come to know. Makes sense? Well i dont care. hah. thats the problem with most people these days, it just makes me sad how worshipping logic makes most people so one dimensional but i will leave this subject for another day ( for now).
So Another night becomes day as autumn makes an early debut, and it certainly won’t be long now before I hit the road for campus for Mr Paul classes. So another day once upon a time in my life as an individual begets a lingering question which require impromptu review this instant.
“So it is just really you here is it Iz?”
"Why… yes, just me, myself and I sharing this common wheel of conscience, and spending the days in this reality as just as an individual”
So it seems every question I have come to know in the past, has finally begun to prophesize itself .
You know, honestly I’d love to share this with someone really really special haha. Yes it would certainly be nice for once to tread these passes with a fellow comrade, confidante, fellow revolutionary, idealist-rational non conformist ,intellect-intuitive spiritual mystical. Oh don’t mind me, all these are mere craving for one particular magic fairy that may only come by once every other lifetime .bleahahah
As I cast a stone into this pool of thought, often the reflection of irony comes back. At how temporary and bitter were some past experiences but as it subsides… it lets me see how a haunting becomes an awakening intrigue. Dwell within the shells of a muffling conundrum, embezzle the visual of temporary colours rocketing into this continuum you call life and it will be.
Ah now where ever would these visions become eventually? With someone to be? Or with those banners at hand? The latter seems a more likely incoming destination as it takes form.
So Another night becomes day as autumn makes an early debut, and it certainly won’t be long now before I hit the road for campus for Mr Paul classes. So another day once upon a time in my life as an individual begets a lingering question which require impromptu review this instant.
“So it is just really you here is it Iz?”
"Why… yes, just me, myself and I sharing this common wheel of conscience, and spending the days in this reality as just as an individual”
So it seems every question I have come to know in the past, has finally begun to prophesize itself .
You know, honestly I’d love to share this with someone really really special haha. Yes it would certainly be nice for once to tread these passes with a fellow comrade, confidante, fellow revolutionary, idealist-rational non conformist ,intellect-intuitive spiritual mystical. Oh don’t mind me, all these are mere craving for one particular magic fairy that may only come by once every other lifetime .bleahahah
As I cast a stone into this pool of thought, often the reflection of irony comes back. At how temporary and bitter were some past experiences but as it subsides… it lets me see how a haunting becomes an awakening intrigue. Dwell within the shells of a muffling conundrum, embezzle the visual of temporary colours rocketing into this continuum you call life and it will be.
Ah now where ever would these visions become eventually? With someone to be? Or with those banners at hand? The latter seems a more likely incoming destination as it takes form.
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