You know when the jelly in your conscience becomes firm. You feel strong.
Then it starts to take shape. You know who you are.
There is nothing more significant to being an individual.
And while we still waste our time trying to figure out what we want, we will soon realise that we’ve neglected what we have.
This makes me an arsehole. I’m always after challenges because the idea of not having what I want is exciting.
But no matter how hard I try, I fuck up big time. Most of all, I’ve been neglecting my head, myself. I’ve led my pride towards this injury that could’ve been prevented.
Maybe it’s my hunger to learn to become stronger than I am now with indifference as my friend and companion.
“Dead Hand –
Grieve for the loveless, spiritless, faceless men
Without alternative but to protract
Reason’s mortmain on what their hearts deny-
Themselves-“
-Robert Graves
