I revisit this area and I can feel the darkness coming up around me.
I claw the walls in an attempt to avoid drowning.
A lot of good can come upon you, but the great things you have to reach out and grab. You have to work for them until you deserve each opportunity you get. Envision what you want and make it yours. Keep your thoughts positive and productive and dreams begin to fulfill themselves. This seems wildly optimistic in a world where people are more comfortable expressing their emotions through a telephone than in the flesh. This seems wildly optimistic in a world where you can piss your life away doing nothing and it's a success if the bills are paid on time.
Don't be your own black hole. These ideas are not impossible. They are real. This is your life. Every second that passes is gone for good. Laziness is the opiate of the masses! Society has built such a brilliant trap. Everyone is dizzy and drunk off the idea that it's impossible to do what they love. A haze is over their eyes so thick that they can only see as far as their next fuck. It's all a fucking scheme. The food loses flavor, the radio dies, and no one even notices because they're too busy working a job they hate. Stress controls them. Fear moves them. They stay in the town where they were born because leaving seems an impossibility. They keep thinking tomorrow will be better as they sit on their asses and watch them expand. Tomorrow isn't going to be better on its own, it's just going to
be.
Shit happens. Sure, shit happens, but the smart people come up with solutions for the shit. A bridge to span the fecal matter that gets laid at your feet. Dirty your fucking boots up, otherwise don't bother putting them on.
If you're sitting in the dark, waiting for the lights to come on, count me out.
I'm busy building a new world.
