i am a moth
Oct. 12th, 2009 10:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
methrowrockTumblr is slowly, and surely, winning me over bit by bit. But. I really cannot bear to leave this journal that I have spent four years filling up with adolescent angst and hormonal obsessions. Maybe two months later, when I have got the energy to start living again, I will be back. For now, what I need is effortless and clickofthebutton convenience: portable morsels of knowledge, wisdom-on-the-go, sparse quotes to keep the soul nourished and adequately fed. Do I sound depressed? I hope not; it is just that I have no inclination to spend energy on life anymore. The sullen songs, the technicolour dreamscapes, the dances of plastic bags in the wind- they have conditioned me to envisioning a life that is simple and pure. It should be decorated with timed coincidences and serendipity and the goodness of human nature. But no, I'm not jaded; damn, I hate that word. Eventually, this, too, shall pass so till another better time.
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