Where beauty has always been the one, my heart has chosen to follow in disseminated style across everything which I surround that if hindsight weren't a wonderful thing I'm sure blood would be smeared across the walls for all to see of how loose my heart is these days. I half know what I'm looking for at times; the other half I'm wondering why I'm looking; Supposedly to keep believing in what I intend to say and do throughout life, but it's a rather half arsed attempt to understand that what I say and do is only ever inevitable in the first place so why try now for the harder things when in the future these challenges I've failed to grasp will in way of life simply be falling at my feet. I guess that's the portrayal of one's only true existence without the need of course to prove to anyone let alone oneself that what I (we) say and do believe in is in fact real and not false ideals for one's own true worth and in essence, belonging. And yes.. this is pure random bullshit, lol.