virtual insanity

A Night In Tunisia

I long to find the differences in the realms of each individual. Human juxtapositions are non-aligned and every single person around me has embraced and danced with this reality. I remain questioning.  

The desire to be understood, yet remain the same, has ruled and ruined me. I have yet to learn of what my instincts tell me. My dreams where I bleed and bleed and bleed do not stop. 

My incertitude and happiness cannot coexist.

People have time and again failed me even with the littlest faith invested upon them and I fail myself when I invest any faith upon people. To think all these years would have taught me a thing or two about any manner of control and perseverance.

Self disgust is a funny matter. One only channels their love to others while filth and hate occupies its crater. 

(Source: easeyourmind247, via teapenny)

one of the closest to unforgettable

one of the closest to unforgettable

The sort of happiness which emerges out of nowhere- or rather, we are not sure why it’s in the nature that it is- tends to hide sinister things under its carefree grin. It’s got dormant insanity stored away behind the cloaks and curtains hide angst the sizes of mountains.  

Man can only be content at the place where he finds balance in everything. Of course, different people’s balances lie at different positions in their lives, thus a suitable middle ground consisting of ying and yang is one’s optimum position- even if not the desired one. For too much passion burns man to the ground, and too less leaves man disoriented; too much riches lead man into dystopia and too less leaves man unwanted. It is at the balance where the absurd becomes tolerable and despair is a little less. Man searches for authenticity and meaning in himself all throughout life… perhaps, from a place where some sort of assurance exists, they wouldn’t be very hard to find.