Music : It carries me away. Blocks my thoughts. Kills my judgements. Why is it so fucking easy for music to do that ? I guess it pumps my adrenaline.
Possessions : Thats all we gather all life long. And what we end up with. With a lack of financial knowledge, I guess the life is just appearing as a puzzle with a multidimensional complexity.
Graphs : Why does the mind wander in such a random algorithm. I guess it can be linked via a graph, with totally random elements.
There were days when we drank half the night, and rocked the world the other half. And now it settles down for a few hours. And that too fading away with time. Its not what I expected. Well its not much I expect from life : fun.
I just have a feeling that things will fade away. Dont know why is it like that. People are moving foreward in their life. And that makes me think : what next ?
Movies like : Into the wild have exponential impact on my mind. But I guess it turns impractical when my conscious mind makes a judgement. Fuck the reality. It really tears everything down apart. I could have drawn a sketch right away of my dreams getting shattered, but there is a sense of lack of imagination.
I guess my retrospection has made my life a bit complex. But guess what ? I was born with those traits, cant stop doing that. Happy suffering....
Possessions : Thats all we gather all life long. And what we end up with. With a lack of financial knowledge, I guess the life is just appearing as a puzzle with a multidimensional complexity.
Graphs : Why does the mind wander in such a random algorithm. I guess it can be linked via a graph, with totally random elements.
There were days when we drank half the night, and rocked the world the other half. And now it settles down for a few hours. And that too fading away with time. Its not what I expected. Well its not much I expect from life : fun.
I just have a feeling that things will fade away. Dont know why is it like that. People are moving foreward in their life. And that makes me think : what next ?
Movies like : Into the wild have exponential impact on my mind. But I guess it turns impractical when my conscious mind makes a judgement. Fuck the reality. It really tears everything down apart. I could have drawn a sketch right away of my dreams getting shattered, but there is a sense of lack of imagination.
I guess my retrospection has made my life a bit complex. But guess what ? I was born with those traits, cant stop doing that. Happy suffering....
