And what of life anymore, confusing tricks of the mind which I can no longer see, the doors in my mind gated and chained for no one to trespass and cause harm to my soul which hides like a child, scared and not knowing where to go from this point on.
Life it seems to be more stressed as the hours seem to fade in the dimming light of the night. Shadows of pictures that once where are now flashing on the screens within the halls of my mind. Remembering the light and luxury of those I hold dear to my heart and soul. Passion not yet lost but separated only by the pages of this sheet. Whispers that carry in the wind, that taunts and plays with my body. Tingling caressing the emotions I hold within showing hiding from all those who ask.
My life a mystery shrouded in pain and knowledge of the past and yet so much the present. Love once I have held and yet has walked and faded like the words upon these tear swept pages. Changes, so unnoticeable to all, yet still there, lingering in the air like the smell of a forgotten fragrance which tickles the nose and yet is unrecognizable to the empty mind. Life, what of life is it so hard that we must forget that the structure of society is a tool for our own life. To guide and to care or have we become the tiny ant, who works all year long not to play and not a care for anything.
My mind dizzy try to figure the solution to this; I have we all become so infatuated with numbers that we ourselves have become one. Neh, my emotions and thoughts upon the pages of time and caring are in fact more than this world could ever take from me. Myself; find myself; no myself, never to falter or stray from what I feel is right. Or know what is right, love, feelings emotions of the soul given to those who deserve it, need it, cherish it, it is theirs to have and enjoy and know that I care for their friendship…
Puzzled thoughts seem to be more arousing today in the recess of my mind. It seems that life is taking its toll more and more as the clocks of time seem to move faster and faster. I look forward to VR and yet it seems more drama has surfaced within its realms. I do not involve myself in such theatrics. But it seems to catch up with me at every turn I take. My mind has come here to gain the knowledge that may evade me, yet my writers stump still continues to be foggy and the words seem to elude the words in my mind. Emotions of individuals seem to be more intense these days. Do not know if it is the burdens of these concrete walls of this world. Economy and flaws of Government and social rules seem to have drastically changed. And it seems that they have flowed within the walls of here like a fog on a brisk winter morn.
I stay to myself a lot, and keep within the secrets of life and love, to keep this cruel world out. For this I have created doors and shudders to keep it out, yet it seems to be falling like a great wall around my sanctuary. The doors within my mind clatter like a great wind rattling them wanting in. Hurt of dear friends have sent my emotions in over drive and fathoming ideas of poor choice and decisions have left my mind totally puzzled. Actions no matter minor seems to have evolved into a wild fire through out this small little area; Yet to keep burning and not to be extinguished through morals and upright thoughts of others. Thoughts, my thoughts, why, what has happened, why: Is all I can put together.
Confusing, unsettling thoughts, I shall ponder the words I have written to try and find the reasoning and to help others. For if I am confused I am sure others are as I.
I have spent the day doing totally nothing. My job is on hold till I go down to the site this weekend to reek havoc with the idiots that do not know their head from their a@#$#@. What they are doing? They don’t know. Last time it cost them my travel, my expenses there and $5,000. This time I am not going to be so nice for having once again go and bail the idiots out. This building is way over due and I am not going to take the brunt of this; if they cannot give me the information, than it lays on them not me. I called the owner and he’s going to come to this meeting, it’s his money at stack. We have had a long talk today and he sees my problems wit the lack of info.
I just cannot believe people anymore. So I spent the day roaming, well lurking, checking on other covens and the forums. I think I may have worn my welcome out some where down the road with some comments that have hit my profile. And remarks that have been made to me lately. Oh well, I am entitled to my opinion too. If not well get on with your life and leave me alone. I try not to bug people yet when it is one side I may be a little subjective to alternative thought progress. For every idea is not just plain black, there are many shades to ideas and thoughts here and everyone has a valid point.
Lately it seem that I am just so moody, well just so confused maybe the word that comes to this foggy mind.
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everyone has the right to voice their opinion , just as you or them have the right not to listen to it , as for your building maybe you need to take the "children "in hand and walk them there,
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Completely agree~
The banks run the World
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ladygoddessaries
02:29 Feb 28 2009
ahhh hand in there dear~