(I had originally written this on Halloween, but Gaia ******** up my journal so I had to repost it.)
Yeah, so it's Halloween and I'm still pretty depressed. Which is strange, because ususally random-a** holidays make me happy. I'm just chronically depressed now, I guess. Wonderful. Exactly what I need. You know, it's a vicious cycle. my mental health decreases, which causes my physical health to decrease. But since I have such a ******** up immune system, it takes me forever to get over it. This eventually causes my mental health to decrease even further.
I'm trying to find a random poem that I can clean up and put in here, but they're all pretty depressing and/or poorly written. I've got two that I'm debating between.
Alright, this one isn't permanently titled yet, but it was either this one or "Bent Existence". (Untitled)
It is difficult to describe the way my life has evolved. I bypassed that childhood innocence that others seem to dwell on. My short life has been meaningless, as if I've seen it all before. Life, to me, has been such a bore. So predictable, so stale, its inhabitants so lifeless.
The evanescence of life, are we just another piece of history's puzzle? For centuries we have tried to conquer history. As expected, our attempts have been futile. A race so lowly cannot possibly overcome something so exalted, so supreme.
Thus far, I have lived in reverse of the usual flow. Perhaps that innocence that had eluded me so long ago will return in my older years. One can only hope.
As usual, I'm open to criticism. Feel free to beat the s**t out of it.
DrasBrisingr · Thu Nov 03, 2005 @ 04:38am · 2 Comments |