Hope to own the big ball of yarn

Hope to own the big ball of yarn
Deep inside we're all Cheshire cat, hallucinating and being hallucinated.

Nocturnity

Because it's dark out there.
And there's but the gleaming moon and the world it conceals.
And because it shows you nothing less than what you've always wanted to see- whether it exists or not.

And you are there, alone, to appreciate it all, and wonder, if you have appreciated enough. And to wonder if you will ever be appreciated.

Saturday, November 19, 2011

The Descend.


I guess life is all about being lonely all over again.

Its about crashing down right on your face when you expect a pleasant breeze.

Its about trying to type down your feelings but ending up with bullshit all the same.

MOSTLY,
its about being insecure.

"its about finding your other half"
and ruining your own half in the process.

These philosophers,
they forget to mention the latter part of the sentence,
always.
ALL of them.

Its incredible!
Or, is it just a tactic to help you not feel your sorrow by not knowing about it in the first place?

Men who molded so many.
Not with the truth, but with bitter sweet words that appealed.
Smarter than the smartest.
Liars.
Cheaters.
Cunning.
All of them.

But powerful.

Simplicity and honesty, its not like these two things ever had any value. They never did. We just believed they did. But they did only so that it becomes easier to become a "noble" being and so that manipulating the general lot becomes easier.

The simple and the honest are the ones who die early, are the ones who get crushed early.

"It is not in me to bear the harsh"
Bullshit.
Its in everyone.
They are just to afraid to be considered an outcast so they don't bring it out.

But, how did I get here again?

Let me take three steps.
One forward.
And two back.

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