sam3

Location: somewhere over the rainbow, Jamaica

Member Since: November 2009

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welll, there is not much to say because my story is still writing, but i cant give some summaries of some chapters....

I'm a typical girl in this frigged up topsy turvy world, trying to find my staright line, my path

a great friend once told me i'm a blank canvas awaiting my sketch, but then i told her

"i Can't Draw That Well, both literally and methaphorically!"

i'm still figuring things out..


But otherwise I'm a friendly person, without much hobbies or interest, hence the term "Blank Canvas"

i have big dreams and aspiration, and a long list of things i wont have

personally dreams and aspiration only sets you up for failure, so it's better to keep your feet safe on the landing and to not think much of those things.

Have them but put them in a box and close it tight, if things were meant to be, they would happen.............one day

I know that one day, somewhere in the distant future, people will will be looking on my canvas, and there painted was the life of me, it won't be bland,

but colourful, multitoned, complex, yet so simple.....

sad yet heartwarming, happy jubiant, cheerful, depressing, daunting, stressful....the list goes on....


*again with my big dreams, sometimes they escape despite my best efforts*

Goede's  Faust by Mephistopheles


Faust Dies and look back on his life’s work, he sings in triumph

 

“Then to the moment could I say

Linger you now, you are so fair!

Now records of my earthly day

No flight of aeons can impair_

Foreknowledge comes, and fills me with such bliss

I take my joy, highest moment this”

As Faust Dies the Devil exclaims

 

“A foolish word, bygone,

How so then gone?

Gone, to sheer nothing, past with null made one

What makes creative endless toil,

When at snatch, oblivion ends the coil?

`It is bygone`_How shall this riddle run?

As good things never had begun,

Yet circle back, existence to possess:

I’d rather have Eternal Emptiness”

my fav line in this is

"What makes creative endless Toil

When at snatch,   oblivion ends the coil"

i want in the end my creative coil to matter

if not, what make the purpose of life itself?

this is just a sneak peak into my story

that's still in production,

only they know what's coming up next

i'm just a mere character in their game...

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the pictures are stuff i took

so it can be implied

that i'm unterested in photography

^_0

Xp

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