The chilled condescending nature of the winter's fresh morning air as one rises to meet the day after taking refuge in slumber, is annoying.
The warmth and comfort provided by the short variety of sweaters from the local shopping mall at the cost of a teenage girl's individuality, is annoying.
The warmed scent of cinnamon laced within the autumn air as the pumpkin patch finally closes and the decorations switch from pumpkins to mistletoes, is annoying.
The sight of silent winters with darkening bare houses and joyless family dinners with cold feet and tired people, are annoying.
The inability to speak when not spoken to and derive the very core of what it means to be alive from surging successes and mountainous failures, is annoying.
The surreal wave of exploding insecurity that crashes onto the peak of confidence in which many decide to throw themselves off of, is annoying.
The hourglass of time with its two conflicting sides representing the immorality of man and the complexity of their nature that becomes justification for said sinful deeds, is annoying.
Power sculpted from the varying levels of intellect and insanity become compartmentalized and is frowned upon. In spite of the fact that normal is not an evidently tangible concept, which is annoying.
The late night's mocking laughter as sleep is escaped and the solid weight of ironic daydreams becomes a burden, is annoying.
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Random Reflections
RandomOdd little assortment of writings that aren't coherent enough to be featured in my other works. Nonetheless, they are attempts at thoughtful analysis of the artistic variety. A stockpile that will continue to grow. Each chapter is unrelated to each...
