#6 Stream of Consciousness

#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

#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.

Two. Stream of Consciousness

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.