it's almost deceptively ingenious how i managed to fool myself by applying this lyric only to my experiences, in the last moments given to thought on alex it's near impossible to accept it without some degree of anger. i do not understand the focus on forgiveness and forgetting, as neither are adequate enough to define anything i feel.
but some things and people are just not worth talking about.
it's been mellow yet hectic, the times of recent; it itself they counteract the other not to produce a nothing but confusion, but oxymorons exist for a reason. more chemicals, more smokes, places and feelings and people. walking allows me to turn inside and think like a professional, when i can accurately recall that mood i may recount those moments and immortalize them. it seems as though everything i ever think is of great importance to me and the world, and maybe a little more motivation to record it would be welcomed
of course the importance is subjective and i know it's really, really not of any more value than the headstuff of others, but i'm the center of my universe and i'll say what i like about it
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