Dawning swim

A small pitiful creature
stranded in a carnival
left alone
victimized
as a stigma in this world.
It looks around
sees nothing
but a gaudy sea of masks
artefacts of great complexity
and a shore of pure joy
Yet there it is
lonely
confused;an infamy in the swarm.

Slowly it continues
Lost in the depth
of the sheer intricacy
of the profound abyss it is in.
Unsure
it struggles
against its fear
suffocating in the ferociousness
of the waves of unfamiliarity
and its streams of tears.

The waves grow bigger
as it plunges into the crowd
its breathing getting heavier
parallel to every step
and every sound.

Closing its eyes
it grows silent.
The pitiless creature
drowns
in the sea of gaudy masks
into the endless limbo
of darkness and lies.

random ranting

I don't even know why I created my own blog.
What's the purpose of having it if I don't have any concrete musings to write about? It's just pathetic - so incredibly lame, so dull, so obtuse.

You know what's funny? The praises I get on the "genuine quality" of my writings. I just do not understand how people can be so tasteless. I understand the concept behind the "beauty is in the eye of the beholder" whatnot, but I just refuse to believe the absurdity of people liking anything I scribble on. I am not even able to finish writing a consistent train of thought!
People must be unbelievably screwed up to even read this crap.

So congratulations!
You just wasted about a minute of your time digesting this post you will never even think of in the coming years of your life.



What big, whiny losers we all are.