Tuesday, January 06, 2004
Harnessing the energy of the abyss. Perhaps only the addicts and the suicidels can unite in the melancholy, isolated, rarefied feeling.
It's like moth to the flame, romancing the abyss, yet knowing it's so dangerous, it's path leads to death.
The abyss whispers, "no one knows how you feel, you stand seperate of the herd, they can't possibly know." It's a huge ego boost. It feels like once the abyss has had it's touch on my being, was my lover, that it always has a present access to my conciousness.
Once in an airport, having pulled an all nighter, my mind flipped into the abyss. April, startled, said 'whoa, where did you go? Come back!' Odd, people do not seem to sense channeling love, but they immediatly sense channeling darkness.
It's like moth to the flame, romancing the abyss, yet knowing it's so dangerous, it's path leads to death.
The abyss whispers, "no one knows how you feel, you stand seperate of the herd, they can't possibly know." It's a huge ego boost. It feels like once the abyss has had it's touch on my being, was my lover, that it always has a present access to my conciousness.
Once in an airport, having pulled an all nighter, my mind flipped into the abyss. April, startled, said 'whoa, where did you go? Come back!' Odd, people do not seem to sense channeling love, but they immediatly sense channeling darkness.
