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Hi, Im David, who are you?Do you think it is possible to lose your identity through following societies rules about what kind of a person is cool, or clever, or sexy? By pretending that you are something you are not or something that you wish you were so long that you forget who you really are? The faces we wear in public serve as a barrier between who we really are and the rest of the world. We create these barriers as a defense mechanism against being hurt emotionaly by strangers and other people that we do not necessarily care for. This is effective in reducing the number of people that you are vulnerable to, but my fear is this: When u finally hang out with a persHi, Im David, who are you?
by ~3dfreshman
Holy CommuneTake another drink... its getting closer, the faceless image that haunts my sober days. The phantom that possesses me in my dreams. Swallow another pill... I can almost feel his breath on my thoughts now... he's coming to help me understand who it is that I am; soon all of the wisdom in the universe will be bestowed upon me. Take another hit... nirvana is close, as i watch reality fade to a blur, i can now only see the mysteries before me. I feel the effects begin to course through my veins, rushing to my brain... light fades... noise dies into silence... the sharp pains of life turn to a warm, pulsing throb... he's here... My eyes glaze overHoly Commune
by ~3dfreshman
LongingThese are a memoirs of a searcher, a loner in life, while having an abundance of friends and no shortage of those who care about him, he is alone. Nothing would bring about more joy than the arrival of the end of the search. At that fated moment when he comes across the solution to all that has haunted his nights. The mirror glance into a kindred spirit, whom standing there in the night, knowing nothing of the plans of the wyrd ones, feels the tiny prickle of life begin to form inside her. An indescribable feeling so subtle, that were it not for our hero, would have gone unnoticed... surely now all sleepless nights will soon be forgotten...Longing
by ~3dfreshman
Metaphors of a cigaretteMetaphors of a cigarette… The symbolic inhalation of death that fills our bodies with the relief of self imposed stresses of life, to make easier a journey by bringing a certain end closer with each breath. To make the act of bringing in life a charade that begins the end of the pointless vessels. What does this tell you about us, or at least about smokers? Does it seem fathomable that death brings about the peace we seek, that only the cold bony face of the unknown can still the anxieties of our hearts? What wonders the pale face holds for our finite minds, when confronted with the inevitable do we truly experience the calm we so long for. TMetaphors of a cigarette
by ~3dfreshman
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