unfinishedclassification-blog

[unfinishedclassification-blog]

FUCK. Life wasn’t moving, but the clouds were. The clouds always move, faster than anyone can dream. But not as fast as the throughts racing through his head.

Rework this. It makes sense in his head, but not down on paper. It wont make sense, he doesn’t care. It wasn’t made for them. It was time to be selfish, for him. He tries to read books others easily understand, but he can’t. Theres a block in his mind.

Silence in nature. Set the scene. Don’t be cliche. The wind in the leaves and the birds chirping. It’s the same to every start. The most comforting noises make him unstable. His brain moves too fast for his own good. Before he even finishes a thought there is a new one in reach. Always unfinished.  

Is it the alcohol, drugs or prescriptions the cause? He convinced himself he isn’t hungover, just unhappy. But is he causing the unhappiness. Will anyone solve it for him? He looked for answers, but couldn’t find them.

Diagnose him. It is the world he grew up in. He needs a classification, who cares if he wants it or not. If he doesn’t find out who he is, they will tell him who he is. Obey the standards of classification, and fit the mold. But one should be independent and unique, without offending.

Make sure he follows the rules. Make sure that he fits others standards. Be himself, while making sure that he is everyone else. But make sure he’s vocal about following his standards.  

Get off the grass, the sun is shining. The air is quiet. It is time to run.  The keys are in reach, the road is clear. Why act like a prisoner when he has a whole world to explore.