fear no more, my son.

because someday the trees will sing.



if you can, watch 'the curious case of benjamin button.' it's rather insightful and thought provoking. another five a.m. night and i've realized that since the commencement of my first semester at kent, i've adjusted to a lifestyle of lazy days filled with seemingly endless thoughts of what i will leave behind when i will cease to exist and how i distract myself from life's 'cruel' truths.

that was a run on sentence.

outside of a window, i see a child playing with a dog - near pure innocence. after eighteen years alive, i am able to acknowledge life's temptations and how most of them will effect me, depending on my choices. there are things i will do and things i won't do. i appreciate art and truth. falsities seem unnecessary and rude. when it comes down to it, it seems that shit like that is possibly contrived to satisfy the faux-intellectual. nothing matters and if you think about it, it's true.

i'm not motivated anymore. take care.




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