Destiny in the mind of a child.
Posted by madmage at 04:09 PM on November 18, 2003.
Maybe it's been too long since I've done this. Yet I find myself here again. Broken. Empty. So full of it. And yet there's a little bit of me that's glad to be here. Because here I don't have to play pretend. Here I don't have to mask myself. Here I am myself. Which brings up another problem; who am I really?
Which persona must I don to achive happiness? The Magician? The Player? The Doomspeaker? The Peon? The Caregiver? I've lost too much of myself in the pursuit of leisure, and even more in the pursuit of amore. I guess it's time to let each piece of what's left of me to speak for themselves. Until one image finally prevails over the others. Which would probably be until hell freezes over.
And then it dawns upon me... Am I trying to find myself? Or am I running away from my true nature?
Which persona must I don to achive happiness? The Magician? The Player? The Doomspeaker? The Peon? The Caregiver? I've lost too much of myself in the pursuit of leisure, and even more in the pursuit of amore. I guess it's time to let each piece of what's left of me to speak for themselves. Until one image finally prevails over the others. Which would probably be until hell freezes over.
And then it dawns upon me... Am I trying to find myself? Or am I running away from my true nature?
must.resist.temp