Theme:
Descent Into Madness
Personal Quote:
The scariest part of this ordeal just may be the fact that I am still unbelievably aware of it all.
The scariest part of this ordeal just may be the fact that I am still unbelievably aware of it all.
I can be sane and insane at the same time. Whether this makes me a lesser person is entirely up to me.
I endure what I must, but my selfish intent should remain insignificant.
All lives end. All hearts are broken. Caring is not an advantage, Sherlock.~Mark Gatiss as Mycroft Holmes - Sherlock - (2.1) A Scandal In Belgravia
♪ Sunrise above the ocean
I find brings a bit of emotion
This time...
I'm taking off and fighting gravity
I look back on the path that life takes me
And someday will erase me
How much time...
I'm taking off and fighting gravity ♪~Gabriel Brown (Black Gryph0n) - Taking Off - IMmortal
I don't need everything; I just need something(s).
If you can see me, you'll turn back no matter what the repercussions. It's not too easy to find the balance between concealing myself and leaving scorching flames in my wake.
Mankind devolves in worth, and my sanity with it. Welcome to the golden age of my hopelessness.
Things could've been so much more. Things can be so much more.
I only need the privacy because I don't need you, and not because I might be afraid.
Life is never linear; don't treat it like it is.
My mind pulls me in infinite directions; I don't simply choose one each, but I can't choose all. This paradox is the basis of the enigma that is my mind, which also brings up the paradox that is my mind.
But I can stop it from halting.
I am a part of society, therefore anything that skews or strays from social norm is, by default, impermissible, unless our morals state that character is unique and may range to a reasonable extent. I desire the latter form of society to be my own.
Blank slates don't haunt me; what I fear is the canvas of the corrupt and unjust.
I don't have to open my eyes to see a world, but I do to see the world.
I must give my mind some privacy while it contemplates the worth of continuation alongside its dreadful state of arbitrary worn.
Today I woke up. Next thing I knew, I went to bed. I don't really care what happened in between right now.
We all tell ourselves it'll be okay. It'll be okay.
You can't actually be mature; you can only age and adulterate yourself or feel young and remind yourself that, deep down, you still are.