At times, you may be wrong but not always. Just for this once, I wouldn't care if I am right or wrong. Living alone is likeable and I am getting addicted to it. Almost every person who just tried themselves on drugs and alcohol have not been able to give it up lately. May be that thought struck always down to my throat and I am not quitting it. You may be addicted, you may feel guilt, remorse and circumstantial indifferences make you anxious but on the other hand you can go out and work hard until smoking or the hard work itself kills you.
I am trying to seek peace in isolation, its like you are searching for silence in bereavement and what you get is the intense loudness in the utter silence you probably are hemmed in, and finally if you will tend to notice the surroundings you will find that annoyance is quite a small word.
Complications are sometimes so good that you quite get addicted to it. You find pain in everything, in everything will you now disguise your agitated emotions! Things would seemingly try to get more convoluted and you will find yourself trapped in the lethargic cobwebs of the time and circumstances that you may once were addicted to. Life is too simple to be lived quietly in a place of no man's land, but since we (me, in particular sense) complicate situations and life, we tend not to perform better than with the sense of remorse of our own wrong done.
There will come a time when all you seek would only be peace and silence without the belligerence of thoughts that might prevail in the head of evil. But since, you're already confounded with a perplexed situation that all swayed upon you by the very "will" of yours, you cannot, even if you want to, get away with shouts of your soul.
"The things you own end up owning you."
I am trying to seek peace in isolation, its like you are searching for silence in bereavement and what you get is the intense loudness in the utter silence you probably are hemmed in, and finally if you will tend to notice the surroundings you will find that annoyance is quite a small word.
Complications are sometimes so good that you quite get addicted to it. You find pain in everything, in everything will you now disguise your agitated emotions! Things would seemingly try to get more convoluted and you will find yourself trapped in the lethargic cobwebs of the time and circumstances that you may once were addicted to. Life is too simple to be lived quietly in a place of no man's land, but since we (me, in particular sense) complicate situations and life, we tend not to perform better than with the sense of remorse of our own wrong done.
There will come a time when all you seek would only be peace and silence without the belligerence of thoughts that might prevail in the head of evil. But since, you're already confounded with a perplexed situation that all swayed upon you by the very "will" of yours, you cannot, even if you want to, get away with shouts of your soul."The things you own end up owning you."
