Corrine (cadi_ray) wrote,

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nihilisitic nonsense

Vacant tree branches, fighting against the wind...water freezing into earth.
streets lamps spotlighting nothing.
the problems don't ever go away they just mutate.
if you mutate them enough, you can't even notice.
At this point one can't tell if you are in denial or moving on.
reflections and smoke...
grasping unto solutions is like grasping unto clouds, while trying to find a rock in the sky.
If I could find that fucking rock...that fucking in chaos...curious oxymoron...
I don't fucking care, I'm finding that rock even if it is secured to a cloud.

nothing can stop me from falling from nothing.

I've been ignoring everyone on here, because I've been busy/bothered.

My friends, My dearest friends, I'm lost.
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