DarkObliveon

Most days— I feel alright. I can take on the world. I can stand tall and be proud of who I am and look uncertainty and opposition square in the face.
Most days— The world ticks right on by as it should. The sun shines each day, the Moon shines a reflection of the Sun each night, as if to somehow perpetuate the day.
Most days— are good days. I want to share everything with everyone.

But Then


Some days— I feel like shit. My body doesn't want to do anything. I just want to lay down and let the world swallow me up.
Some days— It seems that the words I speak fall on deaf ears, the feeling that I'm being ignored even though I know I'm not. The Winter brings with it another spiral of depression. Each year I must face and defeat this challenge. Each year it doesn't get any easier, and I know it makes those around me suffer needlessly.. which just perpetuates the depression.
Some days— are not very good days. I want to keep everything to myself, because it isn't worth sharing.


I hope spring gets here fast
I hate winter

...
Everything moves so fast
There's no time to slow down, because if you do-
Everything just passes you by

We have a finite time here.
Sometimes I feel like a Mayfly.
To the Universe, we're just a series of fast moving quarks and nano-particles.
popping in and out of existence just as fast as they're seen.

All we concern ourselves with is the 'Economy'
as though Economy = God

I thought Human = God
We should be focusing on our society and advancements as a species.
Not our economy

Everything moves so fast
I slow down only to be run over
Repeatedly

I guess my priorities are just messed up.
Most times
I wish I could be like everyone else
Sometimes
I'm really glad I'm not.
...

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So many times I've felt the sting of inspiration. So many times I've let it over-ride my intuitions and blind my sense of stability, causing an attack that leaves me crippled and confused. Unable to shake off the feeling of light-headedness and return my breathing back to normal I am forced to sit in perpetual silence as my dreams float on towards the everlast fadeout. "Son of a muth.. there went another great fucking idea down the fucking drain", and all because I didn't act on it, because Anxiety caught me up and blacked me out. Sometimes though, I'm able to hold steadfast to the ground as it washes over, tries to consume me. And once its passed thru, I can see clear and make the grand things happen. I have a sustainable lifestyle because of it. But now, I feel myself being inundated with ideas that I know will work, that I just can't bring myself to carve the fruits for. I feel like a half-ass messiah. A lazy hero. The greatest inventor that never did a fucking thing.

I'm just so tired of these ideas running thru my head and i sit powerless to fulfill them because of some stupid feeling I know I should be able to overcome, because it might take me to places I'm not familiar with, because people might start to want something from me that I wouldn't be able to provide, and I might then just be cast aside like every other one-hit wonder. I know that I want more than anything to be able to afford to be eccentric. If I could just live life without the worries of having to be 'normal' I could then be truly free, I think. I know that all I have to do to make that dream happen is to stop thinking about it and start doing it, but then we've now come full circle. And I really hate going in circles, which just makes the whole thing look silly in macrospect. Sometimes I really hate myself, and my ability to think. I wish I could just be ignorant and mindlessly move thru life. Most other days though, I'm thankful more than most because I can think, and I see too many others who won't. Godsdamn it all the way to Circle 6. Words only offer me solace in these few times I can let them free. I secretly can tell that they aren't very fond of me either. Oh well, time for me to go back to the depleted mind cave.