SLAAAAY TORONTO IM SO PROUD OF THIS
I’m starting to think Canadians are the best people ever
In my mind I am eloquent; I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the highest cathedral ceilings and paint my thoughts. But when I open my mouth, everything collapses.
I wish I could be talented so that I could
put my thoughts to paper,
set my words to music,
and bring my dreams to reality
but more so, I wish I could be motivated
because I long for the day
that I could
make myself talented
Remember, you cannot be both young and wise. Young people who pretend to be wise to the ways of the world are mostly just cynics. Cynicism masquerades as wisdom, but it is the farthest thing from it. Because cynics don’t learn anything. Because cynicism is a self-imposed blindness, a rejection of the world because we are afraid it will hurt us or disappoint us. Cynics always say no. But saying “yes” begins things. Saying “yes” is how things grow. Saying “yes” leads to knowledge. “Yes” is for young people. So for as long as you have the strength to, say “yes”.
and we used to know where we all would go when we’re gone
A Dark Room is a very intriguing little text game, and I highly recommend having a go at it.
Thought I’d have a go at illustrating the fire lit room. This is how I envision the adventurer and the builder.
I was adventuring out long before I had any weapons, so my adventurer ended up taking the route of the pugilist and beating everything to hell with her steel-gloved hands.
Why do I feel this alone? Basically, because I’ve always been alone. I’ve always been alone. And alone I’ll be. It’s about time I become aware of it and never forget it.
I’m just tired.
Not physically, but mentally and emotionally.
No matter how hard I try to just let the worries go, that lingering voice in the back of my mind is still there. Like some gross aftertaste in your mouth.
I’m just tired of thinking and feeling for a while.