Thursday, November 22, 2007
Unnecessary Disquiet of the Soul
Because I feel like I have just given a kid a box of crayons. And he/she has chosen the gray one to color the clouds, the trees, flowers, and the sea.
People should stop telling me to relax, unless they are willing to stir the pot.
I agree . . . apathy does become me. And so does cynicism, but I'll deny it till I get blue in the face.
I am fascinated by things that appear ambiguous and very specific at the same time.
You may have read me wrong.
Pix Credit: http://kronicdreamer.deviantart.com/art/DISTURBED-28418399