“Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those, who do not write, compose, or paint can manage to escape the madness, the melancholia, the panic fear, which is inherent in a human condition”
Thursday, July 22, 2010
because things kept fall apart.
Building my thoughts for them to finally come together to make sense; but it would eventually fall back down by some sort of distraction. A lot had fell apart over the last couple of months- whether it be friendships or relationships…nothing was pretty much the same anymore. A drastic change in some people and the more I tried to ignore the changes the more I saw myself distancing myself from it all. In the beginning I tried to defend the actions of them but then I began to see that it was something I didn’t even understand to defend. So an ear I became without uttering any words because the advice given wouldn’t be taken. Cool is something we will always remain but to be looked at the same way is something I don’t see happening.
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