Posted by Bodhisattva on December 17, 2007, at 9:44:03
In reply to Re: Life is such a drag, posted by antigua3 on December 17, 2007, at 6:32:16
Everything is so shiny and beautiful to begin with. Everywhere so many new colors, seeming to flow forth from the world around us. We even marvel and play in the dirt beneath our feet.
But then time does it's thing. Like bleach, washing over it all. Making everything dull and bland. The sharp livid color and sound we were once so immersed in, now barely registers with our senses. The rare instance that we are once again enthralled are fleeting. What we once had, now most definitely gone. Yet our hunger for it remains, and we search it out endlessly.
Maybe it's different for the rest of you, but I know the source of my depression is always that the rich flavor of the world has degraded to the flavor of paper. The only thing that remains new, and unknown. Always unique in each encounter, is people. I've found that when I'm feeling the worst, those are the times that I cannot be alone. I've been locked in my own head for too long, and the drapes are dreadful. I'm F*CK*NG stir crazy, and it sound to me like you share my affliction. I don't know who put me in here, to never let me out. But they deserve a swift boot to the brain-pan.
poster:Bodhisattva
thread:801103
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