What Makes Winters Lonely, Now At Last I Know

Now at last I know

What a fool I've been

For I've lost the last love

I shall ever win

And/Now at last I see

How my heart was blind

To the joys before me

That I left behind

When the wind was fresh

On the hills

And the stars were new in the sky

And a lark was heard in the still

Where was I

Where was I

When the spring is cold

Where do robins go

What makes winters lonely

Now at last I know

Quote of the Day

"Anybody can become angry - that is easy, but to be angry with the right person and to the right degree and at the right time and for the right purpose, and in the right way - that is not within everybody's power and is not easy."

-Aristotle

A lark can only sing so sweetly as it can fly.

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I'm starting this post at 1:30 in the morning.

I just took a shower, feeling all refreshed and clean, taking a stab at blogging while my hair dries.

Each and everyone of us lives within both states of fantasy and reality; Therein the made-up world consists of our persona and sense of self, whilst hard-hitting reality bluntly slaps us in the face with facts of our shortcomings and physical limitations.

Within this chaotic emulsion comes a coalescence of self-awareness, whereby we are born and gain a perception of who we are as a human being.

There exists a fine thread, a balance, between the two states. Our personalities battle constantly with the barrage of influence consisting of our daily activities and social lives, to maintain the equilibrium, keeping us sober and accepted in the eyes of society.

When the safeguards fail or sensors become distorted, only then shall a sense of disequilibrium occur depending on which state is favoured or overpowering.

Too strong a feeling of self-entitlement or self-gratification will only lead to narcissism; An overtake of the body's sense of physical confinement only serves to highlight weaknesses and a depressed self-esteem.

Hence... yeah.

That's it.

I have no idea what else to say.

*Well, to be honest, I do have lots to say, a myriad of stuff zipping through my brain. But my fingers procrastinate, and truth be told, they do have trouble keeping up.*

And so, here lies the hanging post of the day.

Finished at 2:00 am in the morning.

Go to sleep, you say?

I'm not sleepy.

I'm really not!

I swear!

Look, my eyes are still open wide

See?

Seee????

See?

I'm not.... sleepy...

I'm... awa...ke......

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:)

Please, Just Stop. It's Getting Annoying

No point acknowledging a person whose insecurities permeate the entire being.

It's tiring and absolutely unwarranted.

Rude.

Uncouth.

A little chaotic, but annoying nevertheless.

So go on, play your silly games.

Because I don't see the red tape that's got you bound.

The only person who's holding you down,

Is yourself.

Support

When something turns into shit,

It's only because we allowed it to.

Support the cause.