samedi 9 novembre 2013

I think i'm doomed



One day i was meeting a psychologist, so long ago, i had written those lyrics on a piece of paper, i gave it to her and i said "you want to know how i feel in this system?! Here it is!".
Except that i know now that i totally can't pretend, and that's the most important and inexcusable difference between my type of personality and how this modern system requires people to act, be, and play.
I have to assume myself with that impossibility of lying, cheating, and pretending, all my behaviors, all that i search in others and life is sincerity, in its purest extract, even in the most fleeting interactions. Commonality and stereotypes, what a bore, show me what astonishes your being and i'll welcome you, but if you play me a conditioned role, i get cold, there is no jobs, no places, no friends, and no girlfriends for me in the march of the system. And i stay alone because sincerity is in me as it is in nature and inert objects, that peace is for now only there.

(When you're at a restaurant, what do you speak about, do you comment on your pizza? do you lust over the waiters in their skimpy shirts and washed-out jeans? do you complain about your rent and your lack of leisure?, do you hold a cigarette like you're the most important person in there?, Oh on another time i would have just run away under the pouring rain, even forgetting my coat on the back of the chair, today i just stare in nothingness, touching indifference and void. Thanks a lot!)

something of life

Solanin

Simple and light, uncertain and poetic, but still trying to find that perfect personal way gathering all the great ideals.

jeudi 17 octobre 2013

Hitting a wall

What's the point on writting my stuff on the internet, who cares, people have enough with their own stuff, never going too far, if that could bring me money i will do it now, enlighten the world with my stories, but that's not in my vein to ask for, people should get what is worth what.

vendredi 4 octobre 2013

It's easier to say i love you to people i don't really care for.

Isn't it logical when being rejected by someone you like is way more painful when you dwell in the unconsciousness of your own identity... but someone with absolute faith is his own self doesn't need anyone anymore. That self that can be self created heartless or really drown into beingness and simple acceptance of what is, must you be poor, alone, and crippled.

dimanche 22 septembre 2013

Death takes everything from you except who you truly are.