Rough day? Rough week? Terrible month. A year that leapt too far? Lay your head down. Realize that pillow is still soaked with blood, sweat, tears from the night before. Hence, the moldypillow. This blog is about that struggle.
And everything that follows.
there are so many things wrong with the world and i am one of them. my mere existence poses a threat to those who fail to understand how attachments bring an intense amount of sorrow in our lives. solitude is generally placed into a category where shit, depression, and toddler diarrhea remain constant. many perceive those who choose life removed from the rest as a tyrant. mentally obtrusive. challenged in some way because they cannot conform to the norm. fascinating because i
my oh my. have i managed to land a substantial mind fuck this evening. energy at the moment is equivalent to decades at sea. humans require an incredible amount of attention. by this i lend understanding toward their inability to recognize the simplest notions. well, certainly i feel as if these are minuscule bits of obvious traits to have for survival. mind. body. and soul. perhaps i am so in tune with this aspect of my existence and this just may be the root to my demise. i