vice evolves from a weakness. and humans have weaknesses. therefore the logical conclusion would be that humans also have vices, some more than others. damn. i don't know why i keep simply stating the obvious. its like i have no opinion or something. hrm. i had wanted to talk about vices... and degeneration. but i realise already that when i think earlier on, and then later try to blog, it just doesn't flow anymore. i think in that way i'm a rather mood based person... i do things based on what i feel like doing, and i think my thoughts have to be spontaneous. shrug. i don't think i'm actually gonna blog about what i actually did want to blog about... instead i think i shall end off with a crappy poem conceived during econs lecture.
Marred by the scars of invisible shards
Of pure glinting glass
Once a whole throbbing sculpture
Of radiance, of light
Smashed by the bare hands of its Creators
Cascading tears of crimson come forth
Called by the force of millions
Pressing on soft vulnerable flesh
More than blood, more than sweat
Tender crystal shards pour into the fray
A jarring juxtaposition of what is real
What is not, and what is once lost
and will always be gone.
:9:41 PM: :sugah~plum
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