I am just a ball of controlled energy, at every moment threatening to burst through this fragile skin and explode across the universe. I am roadkill, struck dumb by the everyday, where even the mundane can plow one down in a moment of tenebrous uncertainty.
Have you ever woken up from your daytime slumber? It's like a shot across the jaw - to feel the shock - not so much pain from the blow but a crack of lightning and thunderous realisation. What am I doing here? I want to do a thousand things at once. I want to stop tapping at these keys while staring blankly at the monitor - I want to live, be alive, see what's out there. My status update is What the fuck am I doing with my life?
It's out there. Experience. Pain. Love and broken hearts. Fuck it - break my heart. I would rather that than a vacant speed-date, like choosing a 99% fat-free, all-natural soul-mate from the shelf.
I just woke up. Maybe it's only for a second so I'll to get this down before I close my eyes again.
Memories flash through my mind's eye. My past. My definition. I feel that the society that we live in traps us in little boxes, neat little brand-name boxes tied up with string and wireless connections. Why do I fear pain so much? I feel like cutting myself to prove that I'm not afraid, that I disown my cotton-wool enclosure. Blood runs through me and it spills, yet now my saviour is available in pill-form. My hand is stuck in the jar, caught as I grab a hand-full, so desperate to remain in this coma that I can't let go.
Have you ever woken up from your daytime slumber? It's like a shot across the jaw - to feel the shock - not so much pain from the blow but a crack of lightning and thunderous realisation. What am I doing here? I want to do a thousand things at once. I want to stop tapping at these keys while staring blankly at the monitor - I want to live, be alive, see what's out there. My status update is What the fuck am I doing with my life?
It's out there. Experience. Pain. Love and broken hearts. Fuck it - break my heart. I would rather that than a vacant speed-date, like choosing a 99% fat-free, all-natural soul-mate from the shelf.
I just woke up. Maybe it's only for a second so I'll to get this down before I close my eyes again.
Memories flash through my mind's eye. My past. My definition. I feel that the society that we live in traps us in little boxes, neat little brand-name boxes tied up with string and wireless connections. Why do I fear pain so much? I feel like cutting myself to prove that I'm not afraid, that I disown my cotton-wool enclosure. Blood runs through me and it spills, yet now my saviour is available in pill-form. My hand is stuck in the jar, caught as I grab a hand-full, so desperate to remain in this coma that I can't let go.
The dystopia seems so distant, so far away. It is framed as speculative-fiction and futurism, a mythology, a prediction; a prophecy. Well - what are we doing here? Jesus Christ! I can't find god in amongst any of this. Who owns the truth? Is the truth CNN, or Obama, a banner and a slogan? I feel like a cog. I work, receive my pay. I buy and remain calm. I am alert yet not alarmed. I follow the rules and catch a bus in the morning. I am a good citizen. I do not rock the boat.
The scariest thing is that maybe there are no answers. So what can I do? Is the pain I seek caused by the courage to make my own decisions? Maybe that's where I'm going. I don't trust myself, so I let MTV inform me. JT knows what to wear. If it's good enough for Tom it's good enough for me. Is that right? I won't even wear my own clothes. I need the assurance of a name, a logo. I need the church and a man in the sky to tell me what to do with my time because I'm so goddamned scared to think for myself, scared to death.
With every second on this Earth we make our decision. You may think you don't have a choice.
The truth is that is all you have.
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