Chronicles of a HeadCase.

The mistakes I make open my eyes to the world of dreams I sometimes don’t see. The imperfections of this me so seemingly true, even when I drown my mind and my compensations. Living by the moment and every passing second, is a wave of constant impressioning. I’m a prison to my mind by, my… self. I show no mercy nor regrets to the ones that I will love, and the others, not worthy of a challenge nor a thought. To win is to have lost, the true prize is the lesson learnt. I form the formless and solidify the mists of dreams. I am Chuan.

Every occassion is one to be mirthfully contagious. Every event is one to proclaim the greatness in life. Not a single eye will miss this sight, not a single soul will go by unsized. By the end of the night you will remember me, the way that I have designed your mind to see. No mistakes because they will be skipped, the only hurdles are truths, until I have fallen on you. Then you will believe, that it was an act mystified but the touch of this kiss. I am Casey.

The voice is limited, but by the quickness of the key, they board my mobile army of metaphors. I can reorganize the mind, and irrigate the flow into all these seeds. My pollen will fill the air, while I make sense of the heir. My words are lakes that branch from the sea, I am sometimes the medium between me. As you face the reasons of my parogative, you will not be lied by the other representatives. Some may know one of my names in chance, while others get lost in this translations of my mind dance. HeadCase is now, I am the interpreter and the vow.

I know yet I do not. The more in less is very much more. The less you give the more you could be. Formless like a thought, it flashes before your very eyes. Though you strive to understand me, I will leave all others dumbfounded. Infinite but none, the will-o-wisp will escape your grasps. Your teacher and the student, the struggle will be your fiends. When you think not, I whisper you thoughts. When you least expect, I will formulate the plot. you see without looking, so listen without hearing. I am your mind.

If you have met me, then know that I am but the interactions of these and maybe more. I am merely all the reactions of a concoction. I am… is temporal. for I am not. Knowing this I urge to remain silent, that I may upheave the war of lies….

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Life is full of distractions, that prevents the mind from flowing true. "I am" is the biggest distraction from realization. I am is not. then you boil it down to just "I". "I" is none, yet "I" is all. no… self.

Holy shit I’m going mad!!!! somebody admit me before I make sense of this life.

~ by case on April 27, 2005.