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Mind's wallSearching for the meaning in what i seeMind's wall
Everything seems clear, but i can't put it all together. I can only speculate and keep my thoughts to myself. For once, i don't want to be the ASS in assumption.
I can not see things for what they are, Everything is so distorted because of the wall of pessimism i have
sheltered myself in.
Real walls are so much more easier of an obstruction to overcome, when comparing them to the ones put up by the human mind.
You can climb them, go around them, use the door, even destroy them.
Walls
by ~StreamofConci0usness
Hopelessly searching.....Hopelessly Searching for the Universal MindHopelessly searching.....
Lying in the grass, facing the infinite blackness, Twinkling specs, hanging thousands of lifetimes away Mere fractions of endless possibilities exposed by men, Everlasting, one giant moment happening all at once Speculating, theorizing, hypothesizing, the Mysteries of the physical universe and creation,
Escaping man’s grasp, now and probably forever.
My problems seem so insignificant in comparison To earth and humanity’s, but in scope of all existence, I feel no more important then the ants I step on,
by ~StreamofConci0usness
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Buy the Ticket, Take the RideHow can one possibly begin to describe serenity—that feeling of absolute comfort and peace? A whole-hearted completeness that leaves you drifting off to sleep with fits of laughter erupting out of you, complemented by mirrored voices from the adjoining room? Or is it very simply being sure of one’s self, never doubting that where you are is where you’re supposed to be? I’m not sure about much in my life, I’m what you’d call a constant questioner, but I do know that right now I’m where I need to be.Buy the Ticket, Take the Ride
Something about leaving home for awhile, staying somewhere beautiful while I can and being complet
by ~PulseofExistence
Unconscious FantasyShe dresses in all the colors of the rainbow; cerulean layers and frayed sleeves of deep emerald, patches and paint stains that always complement her eccentricity with their brilliance. She dances by herself in the middle of a crowded room, young and careless to the attention—arms stretched out in both directions, swaying gently to the music. I couldn’t help but gaze upon her with a pristine wonder, my eyes drawn immediately to her exuberance and resting to watch the eloquence in her strides. Similar gazes bore into the lone dancer (though with much more greediness and desire than my own), but she continues her motions with closed eUnconscious Fantasy
by ~PulseofExistence
ClosureYou’re drifting off into nothingness, just like the smoke at the end of my cigarette; curling up into the wind and fading away, but at this point I could care less.Closure
You are pictures from the past, reels of memory that now sound like broken
records, words that meant something once upon a time.
Let it all be forgotten, ‘cause I’m already
parting with a sour taste in my mouth and resentment gripping my heart.
Let all the pictures and memories and words burn away... they
by ~PulseofExistence
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- Current Residence: La Salle Ontario
- Interests: Music, reading, skiing, biking
- Favourite movie: Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas,
- Favourite band or musician: Dream theater, megadeth, Ayreon, Zakk wylde, rick wakeman.
- Favourite genre of music: Progressive rock/metal, Blues, jazz, classical. Thrash metal.
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