There's a dent on my forehead.
A dent that's blocking my ability to think straight...
I'm standing in front of a mirror and I see the dent staring back at me, a curvy dent with definite bad intentions.
I suppose it's about time though...it's been a long time since I'd had a dent on my forehead, a need for knowledge, hunger for completion...
There's something about this reality that turns us into unimpressionable, hollow beings.
There's something about growing up that caves into our minds with no firewall popping up. I guess it's about time I noticed this.
There's nothing wrong with disapproving of your state of mind...social status...current occupation.
I simply need a change of view...a cleaner lens...a broader gaze...a better mirror...
Because maybe I've lost perspective.
Maybe I've lost motivation.
Maybe I've found more to bitch about.
Or perhaps there are no more amazing things to be amazed about.
I guess it's something I should try to figure out.
Nothing comes effortlessly.
Yet what do I really know?
