Through my eyes….
Category: Stream of Consciousness
#8? Stream of conciousness
Lakeside view, pelicans glide along the stillness of the water. Damp sea grass taints the delicate breeze. Little dog taps along, sniffing and snuffing questionable things. Clouds flow above, breaking every now and then to let the sun sneak through. Jet skis buzz whilst the boats do hum. Rolling hills ever varying shades of green. Sea birds squawk and squirm in-between their daily hunt. Lakeside view. Always a tantalising scene you be.
#7 stream of conciousness
Uber travels, bumpy road. Air tinged with smoke. Nauseating aroma. Cars. Cars. Cars, homeward bound. Motion sickness creeps on in. Phone, typing, pot holes jagger on. Radio sound, white noise voices. Mainstream Radio overrated. Talk. Talk. Talk, nothing smart is said. Traffic light. Red arrow. Can not turn. Coffee sign, craving caffeine. Benches empty. Roads are full. Typing, typing. I have typed.
#6 Stream of Consciousness
If we heard the world like we hear music, would we be so self absorbed? The sound of fear? ears would bleed. Screams echoing….echoing in ours speakers. Brainwashing. Repetition, constantly recycled, forever scrolling, moments blurry, missed memories forever haunting. Kindness? Barely. Self-entitled prima donnas. Hands over eyes, phones half way down our throats, choking, suffocating on these likes and hearts and everything in-between. We have been designed for this, slowly, slowly moulded to fit inside a square, always rated, always judged, right from when we were just bubs. If you don’t match? You’re outmatched. predisposition to failure. Human instinct out the window, failure will seep in.
#5 Stream of conciousness
Chances are all questions won’t have answers. The finite knowledge us human have as a collective is extraordinary minimal. To that of the universes. Yes! I said universes. Surely and most certainly there is more than one. I lean towards the side of infinite.
#4 Stream of Conciousness
Dry hair. Humid air. Stillness canvases the night. Fan hums a serenade. Comforting, cooling, conquering the heat. Sleepy slumber, falling softly of to sleep. Dreams do come, this movie in the mind. Half asleep. Drifting softly. To yonder, I do wonder. Nightie night….
No. 3. Stream of Conciousness.
Soft glow of phone, reflection in mirror. Dimly lit apocalypse. Chained in an ever encumbering stare. Always scrolling, never lonely. Sweet illusion, false idols, empty ideas. Money talks, faces made of plastic. Self absorbed, scripted alibis. Botox here. Botox there. Self-sacrifices are the norm for such a chance to remain a modern delusion.
Two. Stream of Consciousness
Lights, ambient. Such ambience. Escapism at its finest. Slowly, gently. Peace flow through.
Freely….ever freely. Wandering, wonder what wonders way weightless ahead.
Blink. Blink. Brutal battles brace bravely beyond.
Caught, countess, calmly clings. Claw, clawing coward.
Rivers rapidly rally repeatedly ruthless.
Fear, finding, failure frightful fellow.
Strength strides selflessly. Stronger shall she shine.
Smiling.
One. Stream of Consciousness.
Electric Blanket, dona heavy, Traffic passing, sleepy street.
Slightly bloated, shoulder hurting.
Winter. Night. Cold.
Work in Morning.
Shallow breathing. Asthma sucks.
World still turning.
Life on pause.
Train, echoing throughout.
Brisk air?
What dreams shall come tonight.
Remember.
Spray Melatonin.
Beside cluttered.
Nightly chaos.
Try to be tidy.
I am happy.
Also sad.
Always in back of head-
Missing my parents. RIP.
Shit this got sad.
Cotton Candy-
Melts in the mouth.
Carnnie games-
What a rip.
Feel like reading-
To which I will do.
Thankful. Night-
Is the moon bright?
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