Sep 2014
Last night I had a moment of spiritual awakening.
And it was beautiful.
See I had been wasting my life, shooting aimlessly.
I wondered why I was not motivated.
About anything.
I realized that its time now for me to turn away from the world and live on the inner realms of Domonique.
I thought I'd never see the day when my days were not clogged up by a series of feeds. "News" they call it. Ha.
But its hardly ever news at all.
Putting more time into the lives of strangers. Spending no time with me.
So I decided that from here on the only thing I'd be feeding was myself.
And I said I'd write a poem a day (or something).
I just want to connect somewhere that isn't the internet
and be full.
Fed.
To entertain my life, instead.
And it was beautiful.
See I had been wasting my life, shooting aimlessly.
I wondered why I was not motivated.
About anything.
I realized that its time now for me to turn away from the world and live on the inner realms of Domonique.
I thought I'd never see the day when my days were not clogged up by a series of feeds. "News" they call it. Ha.
But its hardly ever news at all.
Putting more time into the lives of strangers. Spending no time with me.
So I decided that from here on the only thing I'd be feeding was myself.
And I said I'd write a poem a day (or something).
I just want to connect somewhere that isn't the internet
and be full.
Fed.
To entertain my life, instead.
I feel like we are so unamused by our organic selves. And that's really weird when we think about it. Not concerned about spending time with ourselves. Posting pictures and thoughts (but only the most glamorous) to be viewed by people who don't give a real **** about us. And never missing out on a single thing. Not one single thing. Knowing all about what's going on in the world (yet NOTHING about what's going on in the world. irony.) From what your favorite star just ate (-_-) to who's finally leaving that man (again), or, most of them, who are doing nothing at all. We are becoming a superficial world. An unfocused world. A world that doesn't know the sanctity of solitude.
