I don't understand my mind, or my life, really. It is all desolation and emptiness one day and creative euphoria the next. I've heard it labeled Bipolar or Manic Depressive disorder, or Depersonalization. I think it's just my weird life, too dark and too beautiful to fathom. But it feels better to ramble about, so.. blog.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
dreams of city
ive always loved old empty urban areas. cracked concrete walls with foliage creeping over it. city plazas late at night, quiet sidewalks bathed in golden streetlight. huge buildlings leaning out into the night sky, buzzing with ambient electricity.
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