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| Breeze sweeps by my face, with a soft pamper touch to my nose.
And Yes, it is ok to breath again
Emotionless meritocracy is the norm now
And Yes, it is ok to breath again
We fall in holes, and dig ourselves out
And Yes, it is ok to breath again
When all else crashes, the world spins forward
And Yes, it is ok to breath again
Ready for this cranberries concert.
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| I look up there, at the spectacle of lights. Twinkling, convivially, with no purpose or guidance and I realize life isn’t really that complicated. The stars are just delicate reminders that we all spin for a larger purpose. We coerce ourselves, pressure our lives, and fight to the death for meaningless objectives. Yet, they are pointless…undefiable of who we are, and what truly counts. Because at the end of the day the radiating specks in the sky, millions of miles away do not care of your vein accomplishments or brilliant feats. Vague representations of human soul are what we truly all are. The stars should remind us all, as they did for me tonight, in the end it is all meaningless. I do not write this out of pessimism or cynicism but merely as a way for me to remember life isn’t really that complicated. Life isn’t weird science, it’s astronomy. | | |
| the storm
Unexpected forecasting
overcast shadowing
Clouds rolling
Rain beginning
Love fading
All diminishing
Cows laying
Light escaping
Leaves leaving
Trees bending
Water blanketing
Winds blustering
Noise howling
Storm raging
Umbrella breaking
Bang
Tears rushing
Pain erupting
Drops pounding
Music climaxing
Feet soaking
Body drowning,
Air twisting,
Water stinging
Thunder crashing,
Lightening cracking,
Emotions numbing,
Lights flashing
I denying
Nature angering
Sticks thrashing
Noise screeching
Ears silencing
Bang, Boom!
Atmosphere blinding,
Fears falling,
Eyes closing
Hair drenching
damage excepting
Clothes sopping
Skin dripping
Darkness fading,
Rays streaming
Destiny becoming,
Mist sparklingly
Sun shoving,
Ecstasy rushing
Heart racing
Hope showing
Colors appearing
Me reinstating
Colors seething
Arms reaching
Distance appearing
Rainbow defying
Bang, Bang Boom!
Umbrella, ditching.
Blue remerging
Idealism going
Realism setting
Birds soaring
Spirit grounding
Flowers sprouting
Flood evaporating
Soul resurrecting.
Life rebirthing
Life rebirthing!
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| I’m constantly cold and tired of this place I am in. The loneliness doesn’t bother me as much as the deliberation period. Who will I become after this affair is over, will I ever fly again, soar beneath the clouds in fields of green? So the journey begins. | | |
| Creating my own path, what ever that is.
Free from interruptions
Carefree and zero hesitations
Unique and boundless
On I go
Creating my own path, wherever it leads me
What ever that is.
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