Friday, January 13, 2006
c.h.a.r.l.i.e._o.n._t.h.e._s.e.t.
It would be a pain of bliss, removing tears and all, scavenging despair…
A year to live for has ticked by, leaving no remorse, as of fooling around with a highly addictive morphine derivative…
As said, dreaming as much as myself, a dream of chasing charlie implies an emptiness, a devoid of emotions - eagerness to get off commitments and deny responsibilities.
Is that what I am feeling? Is that what I will be doing?
Maybe living is pseudohallucination, a false perception of no basis in reality, a self-deception.
What am I trying to hide?
An implicitly typing, encourages the dwell of fictional and non-fictional.
The dot is not stopping here. It merely continues, on an improving motion.
Everything and anything in life is an addiction. Whether it be a mistake, or a success…
Is that what addiction is to me? Simply purest. Nothing else.
And it goes…
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