If there is a band that speaks to my soul. It’s them.
Darklands.
“As sure as life means nothing
and all things end in nothing
and a heaven is too close to hell”
“And we tried so hard
and we look so good
we lived our lives in black
but something about you feels like pain
You were my sunny day rain.
You were the clouds in the sky.
You were the darkest sky.
but your lips spoke gold and honey
…and thats why I’m happy when it rains.
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ou. i just realize something. fuck overanalysing. have enough of it.
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it is truth that not all who wander are lost. it’s just a matter of will and trying. believing too.
it does not matter who or what you seek after all. what is your goal or self definition of purpose.
everything that matters is that you believe. even thought that you are gazing into emptiness, desperation and you wish to die.
these experiences just make you stronger. in the end. and after all you can look at the world and say “it is true that i will await death itself with joy, but i don’t rush. there are moments where i’m at peace. when i’m happy, content and cherish these minutes of joy. taking a train watching the scenery as it goes by. observing birds and tree-tops swinging in the wind. night time.
and that is my goal. my aim. my purpose. if i will be able to get myself there. it would be fine.
peace of mind. contentment with myself, with life. that’s it.
p.s. lost in translation. after all. it’s still intense as it was for the first time.
ach. the shape, curving. size. ideal. indeed.
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robotics/feelings/nostalgia Nowhere man. Rebel Without A Cause. Daydreamer. 'Intellectual' Slacker. Mr. Think-Too-Much. Addicted Addict. Paul The Robot. Sad boy. Naive Egoist.
