sometimes i fear that time and tragedy have forced me to grow too quickly, for my taste at least, into an old wretch who perpetually stitches the heart-wounds of those around me, forgetting myself; one who knows that my mother can only hear so much.
Behind the curtain..
- Kelsey
- self proclaimed "earth child". i'm an artist, a freelance thinker, a closet philosopher.. i'm interested in things like existentialism, bedroom eyes, and peanut butter by the spoonful. i find myself in the throes of student life as i make progress through my undergraduate career. one day i hope to be a veterinary student, and a future veterinarian. until then, i fill my time with books, music, and people.
Oneself is easily forgotten, though never more then a reflection away.
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The hardest truth about forgetting oneself for too long a time, is the hard awakening that one day strikes you, like mallet of fear and confusion, when you out of nowhere ,suddenly, get a glimpse of your once so innocent countenance, and realize that not only do you not recognize, this once all to familiar visage, but you can not, even, any longer remember who this person just to be.
Truths are often unpleasant and disturbing... this might be a, if not the, reason that we humans have a great tendency towards telling lies and fleeing into our dreams... and I wonder is this to one of those occasions?
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