More than less, I have been withering constantly. What you see is not the true me, yet, you are seeing, hearing, or feeling somebody who has, until recently, been on the verge of succumbing to life's misery. Anything you know now, is merely a stage in the process of withering again, and then again, and yet, again. Maybe one day it might stop and reveal exactly who I am. But until that day becomes more evident than anything else, today, I know nothing more of myself as much as you do. I think trying to prevent the blooming of my soul because I somehow fear one day I may end my withering down to the core and become a Venus fly trap scares me. But I guess, nobody said it wouldn't be scary...so in retrospect, I am critically over thinking the whole process of life. Right? But again, if one thing were to remain constant throughout my life, it is that I will always be curious about the unknown. Why? Don't ask me, because i've been asking the same thing. And i've learned, through constant questions, that questioning is only bringing me either farther, or closer to an answer. But unfortunately, we can never seem to pinpoint whether we've come closer, or subsequently dug ourselves into a deeper hole. The one thing I am sure of, is that death has never let us down before. Don't quote me on that, because I'm still trying to prevent the inevitable, just so i can be like everyone else who feels like death hits a little too close to home.
comptine d'un autre été - yann tiersen
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IyCRJmerW1Q
just relaxing...
