It Is Only Hubris If I Fail
Originally Uploaded here by Tobias Akeblom
All I feel is slightly sick and confused. I suppose the "clarity of youth", if there is such a thing, has left me. A torrent of desire and feeling, I knew what I wanted and would have nothing less. Even when the result or the path involved far more dysfunction than anyone should choose, I still always got what I wanted. Now, a sea of ambient desire with no clarity. Yes, you are beautiful. or Yes, I wanted you once. are all I can muster. I remember having loves that burnt so brightly that they would burn out the inside of stars, and yet still my natural predisposition to many in lieu of only pulled at my strings. Now I can only slurr my drunken misunderstandings, and have you and you and you do as someone could only do when given poor direction. So, I sit alone, not even waiting, but more lost at the absence of you.
Written On: Tim's Computer