Monday, June 21, 2004

Time is full of shit, I can tell you that much... it only shows you what is predictable but then rules don't apply ... not anymore... not to anything... not to me, I wonder what others think... not too much it seems... they all look like braindead zombies, do we really have to respect others?
If we do, in the name of that only law of respect for each other "my freedom ends where others begins" how can that be? how can that possibly work? It doesn't, not for me neither for anyone else, unless you are a plant... but then again it doesn't work for them also... not for plants not for humans not for planets not for anything in this existence.
Lately I have been thinking in doing a new game a new actor on this final play, a bit dramatic sentence you may think.. could be worse "a new game, a new actor on this last dance".. one of these is correct... all my life (def.:
(Philos) The potential principle, or force, by which the
organs of animals and plants are started and continued in
the performance of their several and co["o]perative
functions; the vital force, whether regarded as physical
or spiritual.
[1913 Webster])
...is balanced between forgetness and forgetless. "I don't want this anymore I want to call it off", forget what never existed.. at least I have a sense of humour, sort of.

Posted by Whisper at 6/21/2004 | | Comments

The question is not, so much, "who I am" but "where I'm going". Why can't I find something new, something i like and appreciate. Everything is the same and something is everything, which means that everything is banal, dull or out of order..
I don't fit in, I'm too strange and odd.. well at least from the inside. I really don't understand what's wrong with the world or even sadder what's wrong with me.
Funny, I was a lot happier when i didn't think... ignorance isn't, afterall, the ultimate bless.. stupidity is an essencial part of happiness and intelligence is overrated.

With time I have learned to assume perfection not as an impossible idea but as a standart.

Sometimes I think all I need is someone to embrace and share my ideas.. my thoughts... even my feelings.. that's impossible.. if such thing exists.
Right now man or woman are the same I seek their essence not who they are or what they are. Philos.
Two years ago I wrote as my mobile phone welcome message, a thought i belived at the time have reached... "Seek balance and you will find peace". Peace? rarelly achieved and like most human feelings, fake. Feelings are different from organism to organism you know... human chemistry is something interesting, never wondered why the same medication causes different secondary effects? Genetic Variation..

Posted by Whisper at 6/21/2004 | | Comments

Wednesday, June 09, 2004

Somewhere along the way
my feelings got away
so stolen and corrupted
so empty minded
I can only remember
to forget
but i never do
four days seemed to have passed
but they never do

I'm afraid of you
though so in love
days are years
and has gone so long ago

deep down in my memory
burried you
droughned

And I will never know why
it's so wrong
for a man to feel
why are we condemned
why are we so lonely?

where lays the frontier
between love and insanity?
between passion and necessity?
I fell so often
love so many

A girl is just a girl
I'm told
I'm a fool
looking for

I'm too smart for this
but I can't leave it be
new and old
seem so alike
all i know
is that life... goes by...
and guilt... never does.

Posted by Whisper at 6/09/2004 | | Comments