Today I felt the need to evaluate the terms I have been living my life on. I'm so tired. I have developed this... tendency. Ages ago I would have slipped out of my house and into the night and committed some form of harm to someone or something. It's not like that anymore.
Where did that passion go? I don't know. I guess it's ironic to say I really don't give a fuck. I don't wanna use this as my fucking soapbox to vent my bullshit to you fucking webturds and that is NOT my focus, just bear with me and my one way mind. Oh and if you don't like the term webturd, well you can just uh, fuck off.
This is what I wanted to get at with this. I evaluated why I am living like I am and I came to the conclusion that I simply exist. I look at some of these people tell me "living" is. All this recklessness and blind passion. I stopped "living" a long time ago. What do you call it when that recklessness is honed and the blind passion refined? Is this what some of you other people would say is "living"?
My next question to pose to you is this: What is it when you have felt that refined passion drain from every breath? When you can no longer feel your hands, head or heart because you simply don't give a fuck anymore? When you want the world to burn, but want the people to live but want them to suffer but want them to be happy while they are suffering?
What is that?
What I really would like to know, my friends, is this: How do you relate?
oh and picture credit where credit is due Sandara@DeviantArt
