||[Sep. 26th, 2010|12:07 pm]
All my life, it feels like things are coming at me stronger and stronger. And I don't mean women, or art, or love, or feelings. But things, everything keeps getting bigger and bigger. The waves are higher and higher.|
But every damn wave crashes and falls. Every big thing ends up ending. And it hits a point, where you wonder about... The last thing was THIS big. Was that it? Or is there something left to chase?
Half the times I don't fuckin' know.
On the top of the world, I feel fine.
But every other damn time I'm on the bottom and ready to die. It's sad.
I know I won't do anything fucked up.
But shit has you questioning a whole lotta shit.
And sometimes that shit is depressing. Meh.