Within the catacombs of her mind

You always want to be loved by anyone who doesn't seem to care.

Oh no, love! You're not alone.

There is something about a dark house in the morning you love immensely.

The entire world misses out on the awakening sun and you know what triumph is, you capture it best at this hour.

On this particular morning you also know (all too well) the agonizing pains of your ear. It’s eating itself. It’s dissolving. It’s eroding from all that acid you thought to listen to   

during a slight infatuation. It won’t matter how much you’ve tried to ignore it. It’s there- dripping with the sweet, sweet smell of pain both of the inner ear and of the heart.

You can stand neither the smell nor the acceptance of your fate.

And so you will keep in the purple sky, before the silhouette of a naked tree in hopes to avoid its agony and its torment.

You hope they will never find you there.

But!

Sometimes you wonder if you’re capable of bringing this upon yourself or if you only wish you were proficient enough to do so.

The trouble is- you’re so fucking good at convincing yourself of pulling away.

You’re confident enough to convey your justifications as truths. 

Some privilege to claim that only the strong survive.

Your brain juices are dripping from your left ear.
You also thought to inclue a self portrait:

Merry Christmas.

I got it bad and that ain't good

Free the brains

You often wonder if it is a pose cultivated by our aging brains or just your own.
“What the fuck do I do?”
Surely the fervent types must feel awfully secluded.

You really do love unsystematic fashion; it makes for an interesting life.

What contemptible scoundrel has stolen the cork to my lunch?

How admirable; the emotions that flood your brain.
This never used to happen.
You had a strange, yet unrivalled technique of hiding whatever you felt at the time within your hardened surface. You were composed.
Now how to deal with such complexities? Acting like a child won’t solve anything. Hell- it won’t even make you feel any better.
But it’s difficult for you to express what’s frustrating you.
You think this is the case for human beings with any sort of 'expression' disability. (More often than not the case for young adults who think they know it all)

You credit yourself for your talents in dramatizing any sort of issue that comes along your way. And it helps to disguise the underlying problem with this’s and thats’s.
FUCK YEAH CAMOUFLAGE!

Take it with a dash of salt!
Egocentrism runs in your blood. You boiled in the veins of a woman who thought nothing of wholehearted individuals. Instead she basked in malevolence. Perhaps she was tired of crying, or sick of his lies. Regardless, she corrupted you.
You have it in your blood. It’s where it comes from. It is your foundation.

But you’re happy now! So smile a little.
This is what happens when you succumb to complete isolation!
(You’re happy with its recognition. You have not identified yourself with such position. You are wholehearted- you are mostly wholehearted. Let us keep that in mind)

Beautiful beyond solace or solution

You're in the throws of a moral quandary!
Giving into surrounding evils.
Do you take what's ought to be yours? Stoop to a bad influence.
Or do you sacrifice what you've earned?
One of rich character wouldn't question such thoughts or actions. The latter choice would be obvious.
It's exhausting; your inner sense of what's right and what's wrong.
There's a wickedness in you.
But you know it'll come back and you're too afraid to see how and in what ways.
So you'll do what's right. You will be genuine and you will live a life of integrity!
You'll feel better this way.

Oh!
Destroy what destroys you.

The Stress of Leisure

Where are you now?

Dancing about an empty clothing store; drinking warm beverages, wearing lace! 

But last Thursday you were listening to the sound of robots making love. Your hands were tied, yes- but you knew him.

That being said, it only alluded to your love for him that morning.

So it will stay- only a mornings love.

Because you know he'll never call and you can't stand to kill time.

How could you? You're no murderer!

These are merely thoughts. They emanate from concrete realities. You promise.

Oh, your brain loves this, you know!

It's only stirring in you the desire to explore all corners of loneliness.

How far away from love can it take you?

Ah, perhaps Europe?!

So now we wait.

You will either travel the globe in search of yourself (round two) or you will make something of yourself (at least attempt to)

(Movember is your favorite month; cute mustached men and swooning!)

Made special by virtue of its imprisonment

Sometimes you have these sudden bursts of inspiration.

So you frantically write your goals as though they’ll slip from your mind as suddenly as they exploded forth.

You try to cram these tiny ambitions into a tight schedule in hopes to pursue the ‘Future You’ quickly. 

Eventually you get frustrated with your ability to manage your time.

And so it is, back at square one; procrastination and painstakingly elaborate excuses.

 
And you thought love was like that, pulled out of the air, something bright and unlikely! 

A shameless side note!

Fact: Your father caught sight of your blog.

How uncomfortable that makes you.

He’s not supposed to know your brain like this.

And so!

“People do not care about your opinions. Only when you become SOMEONE will they give a shit about your words”

Haha! 

Why are you looking for greatness?

Or at least that’s how you remember the concept behind an unknown piece from Perth’s museum of modern art.

However contemporary, however abstract, you know this is the idea supporting the ridicule you thought to spit at the parents who had enrolled their children into a game of aggression and conformism.

At least they looked nice in their expensive clothes and wedding rings.

Woe is me.

Perhaps you're terribly heartbroken. Perhaps it’s boredom!

Whatever the reason, today wasn’t the most productive nor upbeat- as you write this awaiting a call from a man with longer hair than yours.

It's fear that leaves me loveless

Alas! You've emerged from the ashes.

The flame you set forth to your social networking sites will not deter you.
Enjoy!

By the way
as I begin to embark on this strange and exciting journey of blogging, you must know I
am an avid user of weheartit.com this is the place where I find beautiful photos.
Which I’m sure you will see a lot of.
I wish I could give each artist its appreciation but I simply do not know how to go about finding that out.
However, such beauty should be shared with the world!

Thank  you.

Ps- I don’t understand the internet.

Besides, how else would you express your oh so profound self?