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Saturday, June 23, 2012
Crossroads of Confusion /1:28 PM

Welcome to the junction.


The intertwined confounded state of bliss and misery, a misguiding route to guaranteed victory. I stand in convulsions, waste deep in the sewer of indecision. They all look fine--the tracks that is. Not me though. The possibilities, highly fulfilling and risk-bearing, scare me but there's no turning back. I have arrived, and it has to move on. It's time to make a decision.

I close my eyes and listen, to the incessant heartbeat, to the recessionary outcries of conflicted emotions. Stationary.


Everything is in a dynamic state of continual motion, drifting forth and back. Even an equilibrium is in constant random flow. The fluid tidal waves of the world crash against me and I inch forward, in the reverse direction. I think. I'm lost. I don't remember where I started. A step of retreat? A tread of defeat? A chance to succeed? I. Don't. Know.

The psychedelic lights throw me into a hypnotic state of trance, panoramic disillusion. 


I stand at the crossroads of confusion, but not alone. You are there, but not to help. No. You're the heart of this confusion, quite literally. Teach me? Save me?

Please.

Please?

Please!

Please...

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"I am not young enough to know everything." -- Oscar Wilde



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