Mirrors of the Past

Looking into my eyes, I stare so intensely that I can feel the burn in my iris. Just a little longer and I will see it...the vignette of darkness around my face and the lives that I have lived inside my head. Some memories and some dreams. They come dancing out of these blue spheres that burn through all my own bullshit telling me who I really am and who I have become. Who do I want to be if my past is something I have already pushed through? Is there something more that I cannot see at this meditative state of "stare"?
The feeling of eternity overwhelms me by taking a walk though time in my mind. Taking my aura and shaking it like an apple tree. A tempting red apple rolling on the green of my brain... wanting, pleading for me to bite it. Eternity pushing it's sweet flesh into the corners of my micro universe. Feeding it with this apple I long for but instinctual push away. Tucking it into the corners of a black hole that is my mind.

Tyler Durden

"God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off."