It finally all makes sense now. When something makes sense; you finally put down the rose-tinted glasses you've been romanticising everything through, you forget that dream-like instances don't just happen in reality because reality is reality and it's shit and bleak. Funny how the truth always finds its way back to our lives somehow, feeding the hunger for knowledge and allowing us to be confronted with something we've known all along but have refused to acknowledge or delve into.
My memory is sharp. How my mind has a way of remembering everything in the long term and hardly anything in the short term.. but that's okay because my memory never fails me. It conjoins corresponding ideas and forms a picture that's either fragmented and makes no sense at all, or portrays the exact truth that will eventually reveal itself. What is the truth anyway? The truth stares at us everyday and we push it aside in an attempt to mask it with what we ought to create. Something beautifully socially constructed that only exists in our minds.
People are not spontaneous anymore. They take everything for granted; including people that really fucking care about them. What's wrong with the world?
If you like someone, why don't you grab their shoulders, shake them and tell them just how much you want to be with them? Put your time on a table and see who sits down with you (Daniel Ahearn) - that's right, absolutely nobody.
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