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as kids we grew up watching the ones we looked up to most pushing, pulling, bending, breaking, crashing, hurting, leaving.

now we've grown up and here we are pushing, pulling, bending, breaking, crashing, hurting.

and maybe soon, leaving.

habromania

one day, we woke up and we knew everything. we rose from our slumber, and in our minds, we had all the answers. everything just made sense.

we were gods, and so was everyone else. the world was perfect. flawless.

and dead.

life lost its luster, lost its meaning. we tried our best, masquerading as the divine, parading our knowledge best we could. all this, a lie. masks covering our druxy.

our prayers, what we thought would be blessings to us, turned into a curse laid heavily upon us.

so we chase sleep. we chase after dreams. that which we longed so much for, now we despise; and that which we once despised, now we yearn for. the irony.

it's who we are as humans, easily dissatisfied.

maybe that's the price of maturity: discontentment.

and so we chase. we chase an end to all.

what was once something we would so eagerly kill for, caused us to seek Death himself.

sciamachy

some days, words fail. today is one of those days.

but this, this will suffice.

orphic

she is / was like the ocean.

raging, yet still. fierce, yet gentle. tempestuous, and harmonious, all at once.

maybe that's why i love the ocean so much, because it reminds me of her.

or maybe that's why i love her so much, because she reminds me of the ocean.

despite it all, i'd still choose the riddles of her voice over the roiling of the deepest of seas.

niente

someone once said that, sometimes we won't get the answers. sometimes all He gives is hope.

and sometimes hope is all we have left. 

and maybe it's all we need.

a little late, but happy new year. let's place our hope in the right person / place / position this year.

let's keep looking to Him.