SageisBlog

Hurting atm, Sage?

I do not believe that humanity has the capacity to become an enlightened race. I am greatful for our vast imagination that allows us the utopian dream, but I think that we are held back by instinct. When we hurt and are hurt, we lose sight of ends. There is no end when we bleed. It is what has kept us alive, defiant, and resolute. It is what holds us back.

Hang Yourself on my Every Word

I have really said very little to you, and yet i am filled with visions of possibilities of what you are like. I (an artist) am inventing stories for you to fill, knowing full well they are not real, not tangible; in some ways more real to me than life. I already am plagued by misremembered events, I do not think this pattern helps me. So please, let me let you fill my expectations. Let me be broken by broken promises made only by myself, to myself, with the idea of you as a proxy for the things I should be able to offer myself. Let me let you let me make myself useful, for if nothing else I am defined by my art and please God let me stop making art in my mind for the medium in my mind obscures my perceptions of reality. You make me make you with your deep sense of humanity that I haven't met yet.

I am of God's Stupidest People

Self-explanatory