Sit for while with your eyes open. Cover your ears and listen to the blood pumping, alive, a piece of more than you let yourself see. There is music in the wind, the trees, the streams, blood flowing in rhythm with every heartbeat. If only humans had the sense of nature and were able to hold the note that binds us together and cherish it as it is meant to be, the precious treasure of connectivity. It’s so obvious yet so difficult to find. There isn’t any real mystery here.
Birth, life, death.
Stop and let it in.
We are all locked to the same self sentenced smiling chain gang blindly following unspoken laws, slowly approaching a cliff that there is no coming back from. Every day closer to the edge, hoping you aren’t the next one to fall. Pseudo happiness, death in disguise.
I’m not lining up for that.
I want pain, it means I’m alive and know how to love the right way.
I own the key to my own shackles.
Its there if you
It’s not for sale on Amazon. UPS won’t be dropping it off at your doorstep. And it’s not going to show up on your fucking wide screen TV. So much time wasted, waiting for an answer. There isn’t one, this is it. Throw your Rolex in the trash, there’s no point in tracking time. Apply ‘till death do us part’ to everything, everyone.
Life is a death sentence.
Addicted, glorified busybody, tedious banal toiling. You don’t fool me with your artificial grin, it’s a redundant dead-end sing along song. The ode to the despondently distracted.
Denial and delusion. Show me what’s behind your illusion. Tomorrow you could be singing a tragic lament in regrettable melody. Wasted in vain and washed in the rain of irrelevant futility. Homesick for a suppressed spirit.
Waking up will be uncomfortable.
Your taste buds aren’t used to the
Of solitude or the
Of bereavement that comes because we are meant to live and love. The sun is rising and is patiently sitting in the back of your mind, waiting for its time.
The common chain
Keeping us bound to a life underground