> s'cuz me, could you point me to...?
amplification of base emotions
that is how i write. that is how i express my myriad thoughts and emotions. and i have so fcuking much to say to spill to commit verbal-or-online-diarrhoea to exorcise each and every one of them. to be able to let them speak for themselves. where i chose to remain mute.
imagine the mind to be a road map. with destinations to fulfil and routes to decide upon. you point your finger along the roadlines and your eyes fixed on where it'll lead to, most times looking just a few millimetres before your finger as you trace the lines and then you find your spot marked~X.
my mindmap is filled with multiple routes with no directions or any indications of destinations or landmarks. like unto a maze i tread my paths barely looking at my finger which has come unto a fist punching thru the map and consequently always end up taping the puzzlefcuks back together again and id shout out loud to myself: WHERE THE FCUK AM I SUPPOSED TO GO? and sometimes i choose to beat a slow pace tho most times i go bashing thru the foliage and concretestubs littering the path hurting my toes along the way gathering cuts and bleeding wounds that might never heal ... but still i walk.
and most times i chose not to look at the map. i just bash thru EVERYTHING with nary a thought of consequence and reaction. but that's the beauty of writing online anyways, right? fact or fiction nobody REALLY knows fer shure ... but they speculate. they talk. they second/third-guess. and they ponder on ... for words are just words, even if they're a manifestation of the mind.
amplified all for the sake of entertainment. or is it? for are you even sure of what your mind thinks?
or have you been reading the map upside down?
that is how i write. that is how i express my myriad thoughts and emotions. and i have so fcuking much to say to spill to commit verbal-or-online-diarrhoea to exorcise each and every one of them. to be able to let them speak for themselves. where i chose to remain mute.
imagine the mind to be a road map. with destinations to fulfil and routes to decide upon. you point your finger along the roadlines and your eyes fixed on where it'll lead to, most times looking just a few millimetres before your finger as you trace the lines and then you find your spot marked~X.
my mindmap is filled with multiple routes with no directions or any indications of destinations or landmarks. like unto a maze i tread my paths barely looking at my finger which has come unto a fist punching thru the map and consequently always end up taping the puzzlefcuks back together again and id shout out loud to myself: WHERE THE FCUK AM I SUPPOSED TO GO? and sometimes i choose to beat a slow pace tho most times i go bashing thru the foliage and concretestubs littering the path hurting my toes along the way gathering cuts and bleeding wounds that might never heal ... but still i walk.
and most times i chose not to look at the map. i just bash thru EVERYTHING with nary a thought of consequence and reaction. but that's the beauty of writing online anyways, right? fact or fiction nobody REALLY knows fer shure ... but they speculate. they talk. they second/third-guess. and they ponder on ... for words are just words, even if they're a manifestation of the mind.
amplified all for the sake of entertainment. or is it? for are you even sure of what your mind thinks?
or have you been reading the map upside down?
