enigma mortality
Date: Jun 6th, 2007 2:35:35 am - Subscribe
Mood: encouraged
Waves roll in and out again. My life is changed. Parts of me have eroded away and other parts are crumbling under the weight of their unsustainable instability.
Still nothing changes. I am, partially, restless. And partially lonely. I yearn for that once great enigmatic sense of self which divided me from other people. It is almost gone.
Only a stubborn sense of self indulgence lets me believe that I am somehow unique in this sea of mundane, pedestrian, predictable and perfectly achievable goals.
GAH!
Rebelling against the picket fence dreams... does anyone get out of this alive?
But on the other side of things, there is a comfort and a familiarity that comes with this simple living. There is no complication to the notion of just 'getting by'. So what sense of enigma I have lost, is replaced by a sense of longevity. Hopefully though, just hopefully, I will find some exceptional way to relate to my fellow human again...
Because right now I don't know how.
Tron
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