Monday, March 6, 2017

ides of march

months passed, and he did not continue to write on his blog as he always thought he would
time passes, routines change, different priorities take weight

i wonder why it is that i stopped writing on my blogs.
what was it that brought me here, on a seemingly endless quest to contemplate life
maybe it was the thinking of life that drove me away

a lot of times i regret deleting my old blog. there were a lot of memories there;
snapshots of another time that i can't really go back to anymore

in a way it feels like i'm moving on with my life,
but to what extent does moving on require leaving a past version of yourself?

i tell myself, 'yeah, time passes, and i am moving on with my life'
but where am i going?

it's kind of funny though, i always enjoyed reading through my past and seeing it through new eyes
now all i've got is the idea of what i once was

*tumbleweed blows past*

Monday, July 4, 2016


Today I was editing some pictures I took, found this picture, and thought this orangutan looked like batman, watching over Gotham.  
the ending speech of the dark knight came to mind 

went ahead to watch the ending scene of the dark knight, because instant gratification(?)

check it, because it reminded me of what i always thought made batman great, his moral compass leading him on his destructive path towards justice.
great scene.

Wednesday, March 23, 2016

broken mirrors and broken promises

hello, my wastebasket of emotion

days have gone with little to show for
how much can one grow?
days have gone where i used to seek more
but how much can you really know?

broken mirrors and broken promises

walking through the desert

hello, my dear, forgotten soul.

the world is a dirty place, waste drifting in and out
it's hard to know what it is, easy to forget what it's about
but along your travels, one day you'll see,
far in the distance, that glorious tree.

a silhouette in the void, the void of man
that familiar feeling, that pain again
though you know it true, you still come close
that familiar feeling, that kiss from a rose

Saturday, December 19, 2015


Been a while since I put anything on here. Not really sure what I even want to write. Life has been weird as ever, but nowadays it just feels less profound to some extent. I miss the days where I felt some kind of passion, for whatever reasons they were. I guess as we grow older we tend to gravitate away from ourselves, forgetting and making new memories, schemas for what anything means.
Personally, some days I feel like I've changed so much I don't even know who I am, what I stand for, what has led me to this point in life. And what's stranger, and even a little sad, is that I just don't feel like it means anything to be anything anymore. When we were young, knowing so little it's as if we thought we could stand on the shoulders of giants, when really, we had no idea what that could even mean. Maybe I just had higher hopes for what life would be.
I mean as hard as it is to admit it, we're all pretty much stuck in our own little cycles, changing ever so slightly with every revolution. Til one day comes, where you're just not who you were at all, though you retain some elements of it. The bits that stayed and clung on and never left you are all that remain, and all those bits do is mutate you further away from yourself. I mean disconnect can only be so real, right? Who knows. What is anything when it's just the most plausible explanation? What is rationality in this postmodern shithole? What is good, what is evil, and who truly are the winners? Who knows. What does it matter? I just miss the days when I had passion.