tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25521574582845851432011-04-21T23:52:26.498-05:00somewhat conscious realityLooking deeper into what makes my mind tick. Facing my fears, my reality, my emotions, my setbacks. Clawing my way to the surface.conscious.dorkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06363538401010154348noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552157458284585143.post-16907032324635189602007-06-17T22:09:00.000-05:002007-06-17T22:23:34.941-05:00What will I...What will I do for the world?What will I take from the world?What will I prevent from happening to the world?What about you?conscious.dorkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06363538401010154348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552157458284585143.post-54213287045980784892007-06-16T02:10:00.001-05:002007-06-16T02:25:14.466-05:00Choices often lack somethingI can continue taking these mouthfuls of toxic substances, pretending that they are doing something for me. Well, perhaps they are. I imagine that if I were not taking them, I would have already done something to put myself out of my misery long ago. But I take these capsules and tablets and concoctions and cocktails of drugs in the hopes that I can find a "cure" for my state of mind. Yet, I conscious.dorkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06363538401010154348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552157458284585143.post-70647059689456203032007-06-14T00:25:00.000-05:002007-06-14T01:14:03.057-05:00How to keep people at arm's lengthHow to stay paralyzed by fear of abandonmentHow to defer to men in solvable predicamentsHow to control someone to be a carbon copy of youHow to have that not work and have them run away from youHow to keep people at arms length and never get too closeHow to mistrust the ones who supposedly love the mostHow to pretend you're fine and don't need help from anyoneHow to feel worthless unless you're conscious.dorkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06363538401010154348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552157458284585143.post-58652032778170608702007-06-11T22:19:00.000-05:002007-06-11T22:35:04.800-05:00Something takes a part of me...Something takes a part of me.Something lost and never seen.Everytime I start to believe,Something's raped and taken from me... from me.Life's got to always be messing with me.Can't they chill and let me be free?Can't I take away all this pain?--KoRn, Freak on a Leash I wonder at times what all of this is about. And by "this", I mean life in general. Why do we suffer through all that we do, conscious.dorkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06363538401010154348noreply@blogger.com0