Currently listening to: Frank Sinatra - "Send in the Clowns"



Introspection is a curse that can entail your closest surroundings. It doesn't quite ever become outward speculation at any point because the state in which it leaves you isn't one that results from the latter.

Outward speculation is the antidote to introspection. Although sometimes the world is a sad, sad place, sometimes it is a saving grace; the beauty, the love, the love!... they're overwhelming. Like princes on white horses, they sweep One off the ground and rescue One from the swallowing marshes of viewing One's horrid self.

I'm so confused, fused with cons. I don't understand. Who are you, and why are you doing this? I will look for you over my shoulder, and, should I not ever locate you, know that although I am moved to the point of tears by your ... self, my scoliosis and shoulder tension levels are increasing exponentially because of you.