Autumnal Discoveries

I should probably make the most of the time I have, because well, it’s not enough. The hours spent on unnecessary devices which encourage narcissistic behavior is uncanny. Yet, here I am, a confused 19-year-old male struggling with what the cards dealt. Well the joke's on them, I know it’s a fixed hand.

I’ve been told tons and tons of phrases and words to build up my high horse just enough to maintain my egocentrism and bashfulness. There’s a space where time is wasted, where one will fail, a space that molds the ideal individual yet in one gulley of grief and unsatisfactory mistakes, the switch has indeed been switched.

Where once a mind was geared and focused, has now become washed out and flowing. Unaware of when or how, maybe the impact of something unplanned or misread at the moment of vulnerability, but it has happened. It has no name, it can not be defined, it just is what it is. The acceptance will be treacherous, for the lack of focus and understanding is what drives oneself off the Grand Teton’s in Wyoming.

Light becomes dark, yet total darkness is nonexistent: a wonderful disaster. There should not be any sense of hope in the times of need. One must feel complete helplessness at appropriate times. Then one will realize that the light will shine when it is ready, but instead our burnt retinas stain our vision when our lids are closed.

Until one will learn that an itch will not cease even when it has been scratched, then he will be able to rest. The heavy eyes will arrive and sensitive skin will unwind. Thoughts drift, the ideas and concepts that escaped will provide the necessary assistance. Yet, those which have not been released remain stillborn until they can join another and burst through to become something great.