I try not to think of these things too much
One on Emotions
Another a poem for Runaway Rhymes
I decided to write an entry.
I did write something, scratched out on paper, but for the life of me, I have no idea what I did with it.
Not usually something I draw. I remember scratching it out months ago. In the early hours of the morning.
I frequently write and scrawl, then pile up my epiphanies for another time.
A few lines of writing were folded up with it.
Is to walk a line between indulgence and contentment.
We live in a society that promotes the need for love of self, and simultaneously condemns those who display it.
The extrinsic energy we fight over in the quest for satisfaction is limited.
Intrinsic energy already dwells within, and can provide unlimited source of contentedness.
