whywhywhwywhywhy
whywhywhwywhywhy
control cant be held until you reach the promise land
stop worrying about the future and see onto new things
your eyes will not deceive you
what am i thinking?
i’m beginning to tune into a part of myself that i have been fearful of for quite sometime. i’m looking to become more genuine and authentic…and the only way to do that is to stop…thinking…so hard…
i’ll reach that place sooner than later.
someone will read this and understand.
i can’t use words anymore without feeling some type of disappointment or regret. i only feel like myself when i create experiences and feelings…
even as i type this…i feel the contradictions…
the search for perfection began when i could control, alter and delete things from my existence. this virtual world has become engraved in my skin.
my ideas and creations feel suppressed to the confines of this multiverse we call “the internet”…
i can’t live without it…i can’t live with it…
the human curse is realer than ever.
you can’t meet people online without them thinking you’re either a predator, creep or a serial killer off the back.
i’m just trying to make connections in a disconnected web.
i crave passion and creative minds.
i believe that everything is intelligently designed
and there is always something new to learn.
- tumblr won’t let me ask more…
send me your number or something.
a message to anyone is reading this,
i want to know about you.
i want to hear your story.
i want to know everything that you were afraid to tell your loved ones.
i’m here for that.
feel free with me.
- netfilth