Monday, April 26, 2010

Romantic supression

This Romantic version of the world I have created canvas' my whole perception. Tying down with a difficult kind of acceptance. A cradel of sorts for an inner child understanding. A hold back from typical drone. A kind of promiscuous curiosity, sometimes almost to late to turn back. On a terrified rampage, a search for that recognizable hope. That on more than just an occassion, it will have a beautiful epic ending, like in the books.
That my almost coached narcissism, my too eager, presently false self image, my faded humbling, will no longer, minute by minute, need supression...

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