getting high. reading books. listening to music. on any given day, my life consists of any combination of these activities. if you see me at work... i'm probably actively engaged in all three.
i have a tendency to be excessively analytical. it drives me fucking insane on a regular basis. i usually spend my time trying to be more impulsive.
i'm pretty much perpetually heartbroken. for every dream that i let myself satiate, long, and lust for, i find a world of nightmares far more terrifying than i've ever imagined.
i'm tired of thinking globally about life and the world, living life in the abstract. nothing could be further from that which rings true to me, or breathes life into me. politics, religion, borders, law, economy: these things mean nothing to me. in so far as i can see, these institutions have done nothing more than violate and destroy the things in my life that i consider to be the most sacred, things like the environment, people, animals, etc. that's not to say that i don't want to be socially aware, or to carry a developed understanding of these overarching institutions. but, they simply have no importance to me; i place upon them no value. i'm more concerned about having sex, listening to music, eating vegan cookies, building community, letting myself dream, feeling healthy, and being human.
he loves to lie in the grass,
look up at the sky
and watch
little
beating
hearts
fly by.
i long for healthy relationships. i long for a life in which i feel connected to nature and my peers. i find that nothing in my life is more pressing than my attempts to be self-determined and to respect the self-determination of others. i reserve the right to hold contempt for anyone that cannot or does not respect others.
Go Vegan.
