Pt. 1 of my writings:
Thoughts of oblivion have become diffused throughout the very depths of my soul, persuading my existence to no longer breathe the atoms of autumn air surrounding my being. What are you to do when it seems the universe itself beacons you to disperse your very dimension of time and space? Almost as if you were a fraction of the moon that took no heed in the creation of its magnitude.
Its been a lonely October.
I can feel my mind wishing to burrow its way from its thinking nest to occupy another vessel, feeling the confines of its bone prison too inadequate to house such need for growth. What a welling desire.
How did I get here? The one question it seems both my wondering conscious and I have agreed is the underlying culprit in our current state of affairs. Lately, it seems those five words have hung in front of my eyes as in a very similar emotion to waking, only to stare at crimson colored numerology counting away your humanity, hypnotizing you until you can no longer grasp a sense of your own reality. Even still, coming to my senses it seems there is no obvious answer for my predicament, leaving me only to ponder about past monumental manifestations....
Thoughts of oblivion have become diffused throughout the very depths of my soul, persuading my existence to no longer breathe the atoms of autumn air surrounding my being. What are you to do when it seems the universe itself beacons you to disperse your very dimension of time and space? Almost as if you were a fraction of the moon that took no heed in the creation of its magnitude.
Its been a lonely October.
I can feel my mind wishing to burrow its way from its thinking nest to occupy another vessel, feeling the confines of its bone prison too inadequate to house such need for growth. What a welling desire.
How did I get here? The one question it seems both my wondering conscious and I have agreed is the underlying culprit in our current state of affairs. Lately, it seems those five words have hung in front of my eyes as in a very similar emotion to waking, only to stare at crimson colored numerology counting away your humanity, hypnotizing you until you can no longer grasp a sense of your own reality. Even still, coming to my senses it seems there is no obvious answer for my predicament, leaving me only to ponder about past monumental manifestations....
hollystar:
hey baby 
inferion:
Hello there