Sunday, February 20, 2005
- 12:24 pm
depression in the most morbid sense;
fascination almost akin to the sensation of dread
hair standing up on the back of the neck
before being slammed back down by the dullness of
depression
-akesh-
it looms over my head like a shade, holding me down and encapsulating all emotion and energy into a tiny ball aquirable only through a huge influx of energy and purpose. it hangs heavy on the heart; shackles the soul in a spellbinding rhapsody of silent thought and darkened light. when nothing holds purpose, and purpose seems so far away. it threatens to break us, or at least the part of me that isnt dead yet. i present you with my demise, my death and cut the smiles off your faces without the threat of death there is no reason to live at all. im confused, thrown into depths of despair for want of purpose, for direction in an emotional sense. a pathway flying off in all directions and meeting with dead ends. lights begin to open up, but they are a long way away and partially real.
aurora borealis is a projection of the beauty of nature onto the crisp, cold artic sky. the moving lights shift to and fro above the white, white snow in an entrancing dance holding the viewer captive and realising his life is complete; fulfilled by such amazing unquestionable beauty.
enamour amour
of directions to take and ways to go
it holds us all to trance as it dances; this aurora borealis of life
hit the stars
