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Faced with the unutterable, words still disintigrate...
And ever new, out of the most quivering stones, music builds her divine house in useless space.
-Rilke
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I am moody.
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sometimes i wish... [a blog]
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Tuesday, February 05, 2002
"forever turns out just the same as two months." -app. cast
it's the potential energy that gets me most.
it's the paths I'll never lead.
it's the fact i could be creating something beautiful.
it's the fact that I'm doing everything now so I can do more things later that may or may not matter.
it's that i don't know what lies ahead, so I have to pretend I'll lead another formulaic existence.
it's that everything's been done, but that gives me no excuse to be the same.
i want to do what's right, noble, pure...
i want to do something entirely innovative
i want to make progress for God's sake.
i don't want to dwell, but i don't want to ignore.
i don't want to whine, but i will not stay silent.
and i never know if it's another persons ideals i'm holding
and i never know if i'm really awake or just dreaming
and i always wonder if i'm only selfish
and i always wonder if i'm only comfortable
"you can't belittle this; this could change everything." -fsf
"if you forget how to feel/ reach inside your chest/ is there a heart beating?/ is there just emptiness?" -...trail of dead
10:36 PM
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