Here I sit listening to the sounds of the world.
The pure impurity.
The sounds we make are disturbing both in nature and in thought.
If one focuses on the noises around them, the internal ones dim.
To live outside oneself, deep in thought, in perfect equilibrium.
This is where you find self,
Under the veil of fog and secrets
Between being here and not is where one can delve into reality
And question the universe, on the scale of all things, we are small, damaging and our thoughts and worries trivial.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Random emo shit
RandomShort "depressing" or "emo" stories, (sometimes short) ;) Basically just things I write when I have words and thoughts floating in my farcical mind. Also might be a lot of band or fandom related things Does contain swearing and some mature themes ~...
