I've been having troubles lately, which well, don't matter. Job, ambition, emotional, whatever. But laying there, it seemed far more distant, and watching a pair of birds sort of chase each other, it didn't matter. Fundamentally, whatever I do, I'll be dust in a hundred years or less. In about 150 or less, I won't even be a memory. I don't really believe in an afterlife, but this notion is still comforting.
Whatever problems I have now, getting the great job, completing my thesis, girl troubles, it won't matter. There will still be birds chasing one another over fields (probably, and sadly, ever-shrinking), and clouds and people having the exact same problems I'm having now. All I can do is try to seek out hapiness and live my life to the best that I can, and try not to let things hang me up. I still feel distant from the people around me... just working out of this fugue.







u have an awesome gallery btw
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Our bodies are slaves to our minds...
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I will work to elevate you
just enough to bring you down.
Trust me.
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