forget prose

Ive literally written this one post four times now. I have this tendency to overwrite myself.

Its funny how everything meshes together when it becomes routine. Time, places, events, people, they all just become a blur. A systematic casuality to my own personal clusterfuck of a life.

If i were to explain the situation that im in at the current moment i doubt many of you would even consider it a possibility. Surely a plot more convoluted then a hollywood film under the guise of independent roots couldnt possibly exist. And yet somehow my life continues to defy all logic with the circumstances i find myself a part of.

Seemingly my life works in a cyclical nature that is constantly building on itself; sort of like a katamari. Somehow even people fall into this cycle, with new ones replacing and adding on to the previously left groundwork. Its frightening when you find yourself in the same situation with a different person. The words echo and consume you in a dizzy spell as you wonder how such repetition can occur between two people who will never meet eachother. And although the outcome is prearranged you always find yourself with some semblance of hope.

Its times like these i just have to remind myself that winning is not in the cards. As much as i dont want to follow protocal I know that for my own well being maybe I have to. Perhaps its really time to throw this one away and pretend they meant nothing to me.

Its just a photo with bad composition. Right place, wrong moment to click the shutter.

affinity. affluence. infinity.

I wonder what it is that causes me to sway back and forth so rapidly. At this point im quite positive its not the wind, the aluminum enclosures of this house dampen its blow.

The chugging strum of the guitar resonates with me. Damp, distorted, slow. The mix focuses heavily to the right with the infrequent bass line coming in and out of focus.

How long can I keep up the charade? If I wasnt so stuck in thought there would be a list created, then again I've never been the type to resort to lists. Bullets maybe, but never lists.