Lost Love Lust

Categories: My life.

• rotten.

  The very sight of you caused me to feel nauseous.
  You disgust me to the point that it physically affects me. I’m literally repulsed by you and everything you represent.
  You represent the race of man I have feared my entire life.
  Encountering you was like stumbling upon a rotten apple in a beautiful orchard.
  Everything that I once [...]

• note to self.

  Life = layer of ice on a frozen lake.
  Ever since I can remember I have always wanted to believe that things in life can be true, if you work hard enough for them. But the more and more I step onto this layer of ice called life, the more and more I [...]

• architectus.

  As a youth of this generation, a question I ask.
  Where have the rebels fled? Where has the strength of word withdrawn?
  Ambition once triumphing over tyranny, now slowly kneels to satisfactory adequacy .
  A fist no longer held high, an authority not a dare to challenge.
  This lost demand once more must be found.
  Swords we no longer hold, [...]

• clock out.

  The beep of my time card sliding through the punch out machine has become a signal of my slavery.
  “Ding! Welcome to the place where we strain your young muscles, ingrain your brain with rules and regulations, and in the end throw some coins your way, you’ve wanted a new pair of jeans for quite some [...]