RareForm
Bluelight Crew
I guess it's natural to have a prolonged
longing of how things were in the past.
"Unnatural to me!," I interject on occasion.
And on occasion, when I revert to the
past, I willingly disload the recollection
of it's hidden treasures as weathered nonsense.
Genuinely, it's lament that I feel when I think
of those lost memories, loved ones, and
unforgettable occurences of misfortune.
From time to time the feelings become
entwined, so that I'm crying pools of sorrow
with different shades of laughter, this I
believe to be most intriguing. And
realistically I know I am pursuing a ghostly
passion, and that it's quite unhealthy,
especially because of the often extreme cases.
So, intuitively I defer. But subconsciously
I am coveting some sort of tesseract to
introduce me to this everlasting paradox.
longing of how things were in the past.
"Unnatural to me!," I interject on occasion.
And on occasion, when I revert to the
past, I willingly disload the recollection
of it's hidden treasures as weathered nonsense.
Genuinely, it's lament that I feel when I think
of those lost memories, loved ones, and
unforgettable occurences of misfortune.
From time to time the feelings become
entwined, so that I'm crying pools of sorrow
with different shades of laughter, this I
believe to be most intriguing. And
realistically I know I am pursuing a ghostly
passion, and that it's quite unhealthy,
especially because of the often extreme cases.
So, intuitively I defer. But subconsciously
I am coveting some sort of tesseract to
introduce me to this everlasting paradox.
Very Nice.