So, I'm at this point of myself, where everything brought up carelessly and bored meaninglessly has to be catechized. No, this isn't a thesis, this is bloody real, made of flesh and bones and nerves; dying and waking cells every second in my body do not tell you that I'm a new person, they are merely natural in every way, in God's way. Most of my body chemistry doesn't linger for more than a fraction of a second, and is therefore turbulent in every deed, my thoughts, my science is not factual anymore, they are abstract; bizarre as I see them from within. At this point of time, I'm reconsidering what I have and what I want. Having spent hours on thinking of way of escaping the mean world, now I see nothing but a black hole dragging me in, and you should be exactly aware of the meaning of a drag(against wish and wisdom). Ambiguous? Isn't it? It must be. I can't escape, a little hope engrosses me, a little madness left in me, a little. I'm on a path most traveled by unlike Frost, and this very thought eats my meaning of being. Giddiness to lose what I have earned (disguised form of borrowed), I'm reconsidering it.
