“Eyes are open.” Yes. An awareness of the stifling conditions we are asked to exist in, and a determination to exist outside of these choking conventions. And the frustration of trying to do so. The nagging voice inside us screaming “change, please!” that we try to silence, but it only screams louder. And this makes us – wait for it – here it comes – – “Mentally Ill.” Jesus flippin’ bananas. Yes. We feel, we think, we need what this life doesn’t even come close to offering.
The problem for me is, I see it. I want to do all these things to change ANYTHING, yet I procrastinate. Then when I do things, I fuck so much up. I’m my own worst enemy, I’m not always in control of my ‘self’.
But now I’m blabbing about my own issues rather than the issues even mentioned. Things are fucked up, I’m fucked up, fuckedupness all around. There is beauty amongst all the chaos, but sometimes I lose sight. I think many are pointing their perception in the wrong places, but who am I to even think that? Where am I pointing mine? What’s right? What’s wrong? Who the fuck am I?
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“Eyes are open.” Yes. An awareness of the stifling conditions we are asked to exist in, and a determination to exist outside of these choking conventions. And the frustration of trying to do so. The nagging voice inside us screaming “change, please!” that we try to silence, but it only screams louder. And this makes us – wait for it – here it comes – – “Mentally Ill.” Jesus flippin’ bananas. Yes. We feel, we think, we need what this life doesn’t even come close to offering.
Yes.
The problem for me is, I see it. I want to do all these things to change ANYTHING, yet I procrastinate. Then when I do things, I fuck so much up. I’m my own worst enemy, I’m not always in control of my ‘self’.
But now I’m blabbing about my own issues rather than the issues even mentioned. Things are fucked up, I’m fucked up, fuckedupness all around. There is beauty amongst all the chaos, but sometimes I lose sight. I think many are pointing their perception in the wrong places, but who am I to even think that? Where am I pointing mine? What’s right? What’s wrong? Who the fuck am I?
Very true