Calibretto

June 25, 2013 11:31 pm Alive inside me currently is what you get in the day-later aftermath of a manic mental breakdown: passing shades of sadness, with a pinhead of hope left emanating behind in the bottom of your heart. It's sound rings out suspiciously like The Beatles “Blackbird”. I’m the stereotypical unsure 21 year old, and occasionally its unspeakable horror flares up. Like my future is just a painted horizon of clueless shores harboring complacent mediocrity, shores I’ll always be drifting towards; an inevitable shipwreck, in spite of all my wants and desires. But, intention without action generates no reaction. So fuck all that can’t do hopelessness. I'll carry into action the weight of my own existence, and go on and change something out there, in the web of lives that make up the world around me. I'm positively sure of this; a blackbird told me so.