crazoid

You are my number one problem. You project onto me everything that you hate. But I love you anyway. You are my number two problem. You project onto me everything that you love. But I hate you anyway. Soon I can't remember who I am anymore, and I become what we hate, and I come to hate what we love.

There is a room with a single light and in that room there is a desk among many desks where a man is busy working, his eyes cast down upon his work. And as the light burns the man works. Daily, he moves the pieces in his work, sometimes more quickly and sometimes more slowly, and from time to time he closes his eyes and does not think of them at all. When his eyes are open he thinks only of his work and the pieces in his work. One day, he looks up and sees another desk just like his own and another and another. He stands up and shouts, "I am working faster than all of you", but no one is there to hear him. He sits back down and begins to m

Jeremy was down. His team was losing again, and in spite of everything he'd done. He went down into the basement, like he did at times like these, to swing a bat, or a stick. It seemed that no matter what he did God would not listen. Jeremy had an idea though. He would teach God a lesson. "I offer my soul to the devil!", he said. The cellar was dark now, but not much else had changed. Jeremy roused himself, put away his things and went upstairs.

Forgive me, love, forgive me But I cannot praise the sky From this dark and tangled forest Where in helplessness I lie And all my strangled longings Fall like curses at my side, 'Till I turn again upon myself, And in that darkness, hide.