aristar

I've been distant, searching for the entrance of
infinity. The entrance to the abyss. The entrance to
the answers. Then... I come to find out, I'm sitting
right in the center of it.. looking around at it all
with it watching me, laughing.. So... needless to say,
i'm sitting here, a bit confused, stressed, depressed,
obsessed with nothingness.

This world confuses the shit out of me, people confuse
the shit out of me.. its all so odd.. humanity.. society..
belonging to something you feel so un-apart of. I think
its a cruel joke. Or perhaps, I just take it all too seriously
Spinning out of control over these thoughts in my head,
these images out of my camera, the painting I can't stop doing.
To me, These things speak volumes of ages and storys things that
creep into my mind, and scream to be let out.

Suppose I'm just ranting again... but alas, this is what I do
talk myself out of insanity. Trudge through the miles
of life I've got in front of me. Telling storys, living lives,
hearing people, and expressing what is my instinct.