dekaru

Amazing isn't it? the way things work The people around you, doing things The things you wish you could do you could do them too, if not for work work is what keeps me sane sanity is only given to me through play playing is only desirable at work work is addicting at times yet frustrating the frustration is only caused by other people and their things the things I cannot do because of work I believe work, is about work not about how much shit is on your nose.

Its an addiction, a constant craving maybe just a sweet tooth controlling my actions governing my thoughts, directing my feelings toward passion, toward infatuation away from the hatred and deciet of those around of those not on the drugs not on the ardent poison not eating of the candy of admiration not understanding the true feelings of that which binds me, adheres me enslaves me to this world. There is not a cure, a remedy, a quick fix to this to this path of being, of this eternal sentence of life, yet i am not afraid, i am not intimidated by it, i will continue to dedicate my existence to it, devote my essense to it, pledg

when will it be obvious, will it ever be clear? when will they just stop and look, listen, gaze at all the beauty, all the pandemonium, in this world of entropy. in this world of hate and despair, scrutiny, lust. although isn't that what its all about? isn't that what the world, as a whole, wants? sometimes it seems that way. sometimes its just these crazy thoughts that keep me above the rest, hovering, looking, hating.. scrutinizing. maybe i am one of them, maybe i lust just like the rest. maybe the despair comes to me at night and never leaves maybe it isn't obvious, even to me. when will i understand what it is that us (as a p