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.
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.
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….
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.
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.
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.
What dreams shall come tonight.
Try to be tidy.
I am happy.
Always in back of head-
Missing my parents. RIP.
Shit this got sad.
Melts in the mouth.
What a rip.
Feel like reading-
To which I will do.
Is the moon bright?