#81: Fueling the Fire

"If only if only the woodpeeker sighed
The bark on the tree was as soft as the sky
The wolf waits below, hungry and lonely
He cries to the moon, 'if only if only'"

I hate you.

#80: Circling Vultures

"What are we waiting for?"
"Where waiting to attack. Waiting for it all to come falling down. Waiting for the end of it all."

It seems clear: your wait is over.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder... or colder.

#79: Absoulte Freedom

Captivation;
How mentally captivating. It's frustrating in that puzzle solving way and just as addicting. Such unfamiliarly steady ground it evokes such curiosity. Guilty pleasure? No, there's no guilt.
I think that is the ultimate freedom; freedom from guilt. But if one feels freedom from said guilt in the midst of a guilt-soaked situation, does it mean he is inhuman? Is the situation even guilt-soaked? What's going on your side of the fence? so so so many questions... howveryinteresting
It's as though rules of the game have been changed: now it's okay to reveal your cards, you're free from sagacity.

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#78: The Age of Discovery

Simple thing fascinate me.

I enjoy seeing people who believe they have reached a higher maturity level than that of their peers when they are restoring to similar tactics of making said peers aware of this. I believe this to be what we call irony. Am I passing judgment? Forgive me if the impression given off was such; that was not my intention. I'm simply observing my surroundings. Curiously enough, I'm guilty of the same error in judgment- I'm allowed to say that right, being as it my actions that I'm judging.

I don't want to call it luck, destiny or anything of the sort, but certain decisions that I made have cause me to reevaluate what I believed to me be. In a previous entry, I recall saying that I stood amidst the rubble left after the destruction of what I believed to be me and after analyzing the pieces left behind, I've realized that I wasn't happy with who I was. I was blessed with a muse who helped me to see I had to remove my mask to reveal the true ipseity that resided beneath. I now feel the urge to shout from the mountain tops "I AM ME AND I AM HAPPY." Because I am; it's not that I am me it's more that I have become acquainted with me. A feeling which is a result of deep thinking and inspiration: "I think therefore I am."

I'm more aware of the basic wonders in life. Just because you understand how something works doesn't stop it from being magical.