Labyrinth of my mind
As I journey through the tangled vessels of my complicated mind I come upon the path towards my inner self. Exploring my subconscious has always been a favorite hobby of mine which I delve into everyday of my human life. My past experiences that have caused me extreme amounts of emotional distress have led me to call my subconscious my realm of absolute isolation from all of the egotistical vibes I get from society. From so much time spent with my inner ghost I feel as though I am much more comfortable searching for the answers within myself rather than with the use of technology. I love technology but in my opinion it is being used in excessive amounts. Each day that goes by I never fail to reflect on what I have done throughout the day and I do not repose until I revise the decisions I have made. It may seem as though I spend an excessive amount of time configuring the complexities of my subconscious but even in my sleep I keep wandering around its many vectors because illusive dreams distort my psyche in the midst of the night while I am in deep slumber. I will now tour you through an adventure beyond my ego that may seem like an endless labyrinth at times, but I promise to try my best to not get lost within it all.
I believe that the more hardships you encounter in life, the more in unison you become with yourself. My middle school years involved a lot of growth and metamorphism. I was faced with constant superficial rumors, betrayal, and most of all unknown fear, fear of what the occult had to offer. This fear ignited within my fiery circle around the time that I was already in the 8th grade. It was the fear of what reality consisted of, what the point of living was and mainly the question of god’s existence. I bursted out in a cascade of tears and yelps, roaring to my mother, my best friend and her mother as well, that life seemed pointless, that the holy one was not absolute and that humanity was doomed to commit mass suicide. When this occurred it was like as if I had been quenched with the true fruit juice of humanity and it sure was distasteful. Life’s rancidness has been disgusting me ever since then, but I am glad I am able to invite the truth into my conscious and not be as blind and ignorant as others. From this derives my random ability to write poetry. I recently wrote a poem which hasn’t been named, that explains my opinion about civilization today which I’d like to share with you.
The manner in which my mind is fueled is quite simple and all it needs is negativity. This may sound rather melancholic but I am a masochist which I recently came to that conclusion recently while analyzing myself. A smile may span my façade but the reality is my mind is an entirely distinct dimension. I honestly feel like I inhabit more of my subconscious rather than the person I am out here in the general public. Never judge a book by its cover, because seriously I am not who you think I am………(to be continued)
I believe that the more hardships you encounter in life, the more in unison you become with yourself. My middle school years involved a lot of growth and metamorphism. I was faced with constant superficial rumors, betrayal, and most of all unknown fear, fear of what the occult had to offer. This fear ignited within my fiery circle around the time that I was already in the 8th grade. It was the fear of what reality consisted of, what the point of living was and mainly the question of god’s existence. I bursted out in a cascade of tears and yelps, roaring to my mother, my best friend and her mother as well, that life seemed pointless, that the holy one was not absolute and that humanity was doomed to commit mass suicide. When this occurred it was like as if I had been quenched with the true fruit juice of humanity and it sure was distasteful. Life’s rancidness has been disgusting me ever since then, but I am glad I am able to invite the truth into my conscious and not be as blind and ignorant as others. From this derives my random ability to write poetry. I recently wrote a poem which hasn’t been named, that explains my opinion about civilization today which I’d like to share with you.
The manner in which my mind is fueled is quite simple and all it needs is negativity. This may sound rather melancholic but I am a masochist which I recently came to that conclusion recently while analyzing myself. A smile may span my façade but the reality is my mind is an entirely distinct dimension. I honestly feel like I inhabit more of my subconscious rather than the person I am out here in the general public. Never judge a book by its cover, because seriously I am not who you think I am………(to be continued)
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