i prefer my days in the midst of a haze surrounded by kind words, sriacha on everything, everything bagels, too much coffee, parking lots, playing the banjo, intoxicated dancing, clothes i can't afford, the world to appreciate, the details to look at piece by piece, friendship, croquet, new faces, old stories, jazz and the martini, slowly but surely making my way out of here
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
“Those who enslave, are inevitably enslaved themselves”
I whole heartily believe that there is something in every persons life that makes them a victim, if they recognize it or not, if it subconsciously projects into their lives or not
An open wound can be permanent.
No matter how many people tell you that “it doesn’t have to be that way”. It doesn’t, it can be controlled but that doesn’t mean its not omnipresent, it doesn’t mean whenever its brought up you can refrain from breaking down, but there are moments when you want to cry about it, regardless if there’s a solution, an apology, or an explanation. Some things cannot be resolved, It can happen for a reason and shape you into your current being but it is just a band-aid ready to have ripped off when you least expect it.
Human nature projects demons and malicious deeds upon others that in turn fill them with guilt. It is universal, a cycle, it is unbreakable.
It is not defining however, and It only temporarily surfaces and pursues our souls.
I know how to stay happy now though, or at least I know what truly does make me happy
Regardless it fucking hurts, and no one can fix that. No sympathizing psychiatrist or good friend or time.
Not every vast night does It need to be expressed or even does it come to mind, but I’m intoxicated and pensive but this is my last weekend in the shackles of the law and it’s those things I have to count on.
