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Monday, September 17, 2012

 


So I'm stuck in this freezing lab, a computer each on my left and right, and foreign language filling up the empty spaces - of codes of xys of exponential equations - god damn it, nothing is comprehensible to my human ears. I envision myself barging through the exit door, reverberating the four walls with the scream. Alas, such a vision remains in head, much like many other visions blinding my sight. 

Incidentally, not long ago, I found a place where my true happiness lies in, at the very core of it all. An unfortunate slight it is, for it remains in an unsearchable forbidden land, of a place unhealthy to the soul. It corrodes my soul, they say, yet in a fucking ironic manner it makes me happy. Happy, I swear. Even in the total absence of drugs - nicotine, codeine, ecstasy, Ks, and such - I bounced on endlessly on cloud nine. My cloud nine. 

I wonder if there's someone out there who understands the simplicity of this seemingly nonsensical perplexing argument I am trying to make (i.e. my logic). I know you are out there somewhere. At times I feel, I might have found you and lost you. A lost and found. You know, like every item's inevitable fate, except there's no box that you're dumped into in which I could simply retrieve you and hold you even closer than before.

Cause you know that old age saying is fucking true: you always lose the ones you love.

I have no additional capacity in my heart for salvation. Where do I go from here?

(#notetoself This is forever.)
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