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• My Life As Myself •

The creator of this blog is currently trying to be a proper adult. Here, they try to figure out life through photography, writing, music and the occasional existential crisis. Enjoy.

• My Life As Myself •

The creator of this blog is currently trying to be a proper adult. Here, they try to figure out life through photography, writing, music and the occasional existential crisis. Enjoy.

A High-Functioning Sociopath

For all the people that don't know,

And for those who know to much.

This is a call we just can't seem to be a part of,

It's not up to you anymore.

 

We're so aware.

The few who'd rather have another look, not a couple more words.

And tell me doesn't it kill you?

Everytime you kept the right answer to yourself?

 

Walking on egg shells, it never bothered them.

But if you know, like I do,

Every other mind is wasted with the slow shalowness of the mundane

They see empty skies where a million water droplets lay

And a million more crystals of ice

 

I'd guess we'd be better off trying to find the questions,

But isn't it pointless? To put everything you have at risk,

When the ones you care about the most are made blind by the oasis in the middle of the dry desert?

 

Still we don't stop, we can't stop.

It's the wrong fuel we seek for an engine that doesn't seem to mind.

The lables, the game of thrones...

Rather improbable, never impossible.

 

And all those faces kept staring down at everything but nothing they found.

They're not like us, you see now, would you prefer not to?

The truth is, it's always been here, in front of all shut eyes:

The mindless mind the most and the ones who mind never mattered.

 

Love & A Long Coat,

TheBassGirl-182