We are all alone, together.
Each of us furiously working towards our selfish ends...
We are all alone.
So let's be alone, together.
I can't make promises to help you.
But I can promise not to get in your way.
I only worry about my own well-being (physical, mental and emotional) because I can't expect you to do that for anyone else but yourself...
So take good care of yourself.
And I'll take good care of myself.
But we'll do it together.
Solidarity in solitude? Absolutely.
I'm in the worst place I can imagine. That stupid, selfish, dark loop of self-indulgent depressive bullshit.
Nothing is going right. Nobody is treating me well. The world will not embrace me.
I am not a functioning and accepted part of the universe.
I am the loose screw that rattles in a piece of still-functioning machinery. I am the broken filament amongst the millions of lighted bulbs on a marquee.
By my own hand, I am but an outsider on the inside.
So, my mind, will you let me resolve to be happy again?
I think it's time we rejoin and restructure and force our way back in. I'm ready to be stable again.
Please.
No, it's not a cuss word (actually, that really depends on your relationship with the concept of it). What I'm talking about is...(no, wrong again, not love)...this is about LUST...
What an absolute waste of time and energy.
What a fleeting, fickle, empty "emotion".
What a way to make you forget and fall.
What?
Words mean so little when you're both all caught up in it.
Where are your words when you are sober?
...don't hold my hand...
People tend to forget that there is a distinct & discernable difference between God and organized religion. The two don't have to be mutually exclusive...but they can be :)
...and, for the record, I believe in God...and I don't think that's an entity that has to be found. Like you said, God and I, we are one and the same...whereas, religion, as it has come to be interpreted and practiced, has very little to do with that relationship.
By the time you swear you're his,
Shivering and sighing,
And he vows his passion is
Infinite, undying -
Lady make a note of this:
One of you is lying.
-Dorothy Parker
