| Sunday |
| the world is full of misplaced worries |
if i add another ounce of my own worries onto the exhaustive list of misplaced worries in the existing world, it will tip over on its axes. and for that sole reason, i don't worry too much. at least i try not to. that in itself is worrisome.
a person with a constant display of a care-free attitude to life can be reflected as a care-less person in another's eye. i think i, unfortunately or unfortunately, tend to subconciously make people to see me in that light. but i do worry and i do fear. fuck i do. but what would worrying achieve?
it is when you realise the answer to that question that you will see that there is no real point in worrying. thus, i think instead. my mind ticks away quietly for solutions. |
posted by sciurine @ 1:43 AM   |
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Thoughts, ...flowing slowly and gracefully, ...awakening the senses, ...keeping you up in the night, I sometimes wonder why people write. To express? To reflect? To be heard? I write, to free myself from a world of thoughts.
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