Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Phase: Exert
Beneath the foreground of my everyday thoughts
Dreams and goals are scattered in the form of self-contained arguments, desolate conversations, and more poetry.
I look around me now and i see people, some of whom I recognize, some I don't.
They give me the stares that I fear, venomous stares that weakens my hope.
Dubiety, accusations, condescensions, malice, fear, I discern.
Despite what I construct of my own positivity, the images that flood my vision informs me otherwise.
There is no such thing as a peace of mind, and I feel deceived to be alive.
Amidst the clutter, I'm glad at least. there is still you.
Justin, 01:17