Simple. The Fact Is.

Haha wait. I'm never simple. This post is rather pointless then.



A picture is worth a thousand words. Though how many is mine worth?

I Alligned Myself With Logic.

Logic has taken me to accept my wellbeing, while questioning everything around it. I stand by the fact that I cannot do something without reason, whatever it may be. To put simply as to the point of this essay as well as whats been on my mind is what logic has to do with faith.

I can blaim my loss of faith because of it. It's not something that degraded because of my distaste for the followers of the higher power, its more of, it doesn't give me enough answers to me question of a higher power.

Someone literal about their beliefs can explain it to me, yet none can take the prevolence of another perspective when something crosses in between them. That would be me, because of how I stand between the two.

Faith in me, is gone, it has wasted away and caste out of me.

Its rather, because it agrees with my well being.

And I can assure that I will probably never be able to get it back. Even if the stars aligned and the moon cast's its shadow on me. My disclosure of questions on it will still never lack because of it. Sure I can be considered to be the mind of a scientist, but nonetheless, logic has become my faith.

God. That word never makes sense. The way it has been described to me, just doesn't stand anywhere near reason. There are so many absolute things that people desire from it, that can wreck the foundation set upon it. To me, it just doesn't work.

It's because I have made a selfless choice. A choice that brings me great comfort as well as great misfortune.

My ramblings continue:

Adhere, why would I align myself with one religion when another with good reason, contradicts it completely.

I mean the stars have a better chance to align themselves, than religions aligning with each other. To agree.

Of course someone who has faith by their side can give an easy answer to that all religions agree on one thing.

But yet that's only looked upon the shell that each religion casts over themselves, besides its just as easy to describe the similarities of rocks next to a river bed. But taken from a view such as mine, the differences eventually mare the simple similarities that exist between them. Which I'm talking about religions not rocks mind you.

*sigh* for self clarification I have believed in one of those faiths and also put it behind me. Yet I have only stood with it for sometime because the transparency of answers it gives me is too great.

Maybe people themselves are to blame for this. Maybe the mistakes they pull are to blame for this. Maybe its just the fact that human error can never be ruled out.

.to be continued.

I Need A Smoke

My situation is rather sickening.

It really is.
Reality calls.

Try not to wander to far from reasoning.

This thought only calls for worse feeling.

*sigh* I need a smoke.

"One tear for Goth, two for emo"

One Last Thing. The Only Piece That Matters.

I sit here with an empty feeling in my gut. Emptiness. It hurts. Its a pain so undesirable, because it will always remain as nothing.

Who knew a hole could grow inside. A void. Something that leaves you to wonder if it ever could be filled. Of course it can. Yet it has never been filled before.

Someone who deals with this kind of pain has had something there. Given to them by that one person. When its gone. It hurts. Yet they can look back on, and hope that it can be filled again. Because something was there.

For me. Nothing was ever there. I don't even know if it was something that was close to being there. It just still remains empty. Lying there. Waiting. Tormenting my focus to achieve peace within myself.

It remains untainted.

I don't like to think about it. But it waits for me to break open the bottle. The emotions that where locked inside. It waits. It uses my vulnerability.

I can not say a word about it to anyone.
It's simple. I'm just afraid.

Did You Ever Read What I Wrote You?

Sheer the wound open in your soul, wrap its bounds and collect the memories of the ill fated to redeem to sound of your sweet name.
But only does this time strike down the insolence of men.
To show upon the sky and turn your head to cry, but white lies find themselves looking into a mirror of the past.
The mistakes cast upon the ones who lift their heads high yet their hands are trembling in their wake.
Do you see the sound that I make, for one to scream upon a fist of mercy.
Call it out, torn apart without a emergence, a cognative understanding will burn in your own flesh.
Did we get this far just to feel your hate?


This doesn't relate to anything going on my life, actually everything is amazing right now. The point of this excerpt was to test my "spur of the moments". This writing took about 2 minutes and probably doesn't make sense, its only attaching catchy words together collected from poems, and the structure collected from articles, books, stories. If anyone has a heart, anyone can be a writer.

It Only Becomes a Story

Alright last weekend was fun, went floating down a river for about 6 hours with a bunch of frat guys. Well, yes, I'm a frat guy to now. Couldn't really believe that I am, but lets face it. I'm lucky were I am at now. I'm hungry to get out on my own. Tired of the BS that was shoved in my face in high school.

College=Success

Success describes three things, your past, present, and future.

A synonym of it could be progress, achievements.

You need to have fun to progress.

You need friends that with help your achievements.

You need yourself to find success.

College is great. I can't say it any other way. Heck I will brag about it if I have to.

That's exactly what I have been doing.

But I need to cut it short. Since I am sick and barely able to type concise sentences.

Dyslexic quote: "I swear to drunk I'm not God"

Will It Wash Away?

Well of course it will. It's an uneasy feeling right now, the anxiety, not knowing whats going to happen. How my life will be shaped. How other people will help shape it. But yes all in all it will wash away. For the time being, it sucks but I embrace it.

Why?

Well because it tells me that I have finally stepped, wait no leaped, out of my comfort zone. So yes right now I miss home already, I miss everything that set a balance in my life. But I am glad I miss it because that means I need to find a new balance. Which won't be difficult to do I presume. I'll make myself feel like its home soon, because well, I need to call this place home now.

OKU

It's everything

It's how my life will be filled with stories. How my future depends on my success here.

Though I am excited to meet new people, to see new things, experience well, pretty much everything that every typical college kid needs to experience.

So I am happy, of course I don't feel it as of the moment. But it will uncover itself in due time.
I am ready to take on the world.

And I am letting everyone around me know that.

:D