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appreciation and depression

"Peter Pan balloon" by jservigna

Are the fogs too thick, or are our eyes the replicas of Oedipus, was this labyrinth too long, so long for it to become our home, the reality, which we so long to cheat. It is like the end, underground, a hundred wise, heroes of action, with triple A and S trophies would not be able to replenish this air, of de, oppression of our minds, brains dried out, and filled with green liquor.

Do teenagers need to live in prisons to feel the freedom, do we need to repeat 1939 to repent on our present thoughts. Do we need to burn the libraries to long for education, knowledge, do we need to break our limbs to feel the appreciation, do we need crush all the lights to regret the darkness we lured.

Is that the only way for us to step back from the cliff, still with tons of reasons to appreciate the view in front, the yellow paint on the blue canvas, the never-ending lines approaching the grains in front of the green forest.

Is the emergency room the only way to emerge to life, do our loved ones need to sacrifice for us, for us to accept the facts, the facts. Why is it that the people with one lung appreciate the air more, people with one arm, use the left one more, people with no family, love their family more.

Where did the promise fade away, that love is in the air, when the only thing we feel is toxic that fills our brains. What happened to the saying about the sun rising at dawn, when the only things rising are zombies evading the light, longing for the night.

What will happen tomorrow, some may know, I just hope, that the pill before the relief won’t consist of the dirt we spit, that the pain won’t be as high as we think we are.


shape what you are supposed to be

"Contrasting Cupcakes" by Angela Simms

Its just plain luck, its this, its that, i will tell you something now that can you can either accept as something positive or negative. There is no luck, no creation of new roads, no wishes, no dreams, no dreams coming true, IF we are not a fresh human, a human with no past habits, no past wants for revenge, no hard feelings for other people etc.

You, wanting to hurt someone, you, wanting to help someone, its not really you, it is you supposed to be, but you don’t want to live a life that is supposed to be, you want to live your own life, with your own ways, tools and surroundings.

We get numerous bad habits through the life, and anytime you feel negative emotions to some things you do, accept the alarm, this is not a part of you, this is a part of you that was supposed to be, and we know how the world is distorted, what is normal is not normal.

Next thing to do is, wish for the thing you do to fade away from yourself, just talk to the air, talk to god, say, i really want to get rid of this, just like that, its that simple.

After months, you will feel the difference, after years, you will be new, being hit by a car is not bad luck, loosing on a poker game is not bad luck, it is just what was supposed to be. Evading a car is not luck, until you have got rid of all the things that are not truly traits of a human being, of a clean human being that has no negative feelings for the world and everything on it.

There you go, take the road supposed to be, but slowly make it your own road, the road that you shape, where you point the destinations, where we build our own luck… where you choose when the sun rises, not really, but you get the point.

looking for the easiest ways

"The Easier Way" by t.gruv

This is for the young ones, for the teen ones, for the I haven’t chosen the road yet ones. You wanting the best for yourself, while minding to carry that one potato bag, to cut the a bit of the burden, the hardships from the most important persons. Afraid to face the true self, the root, the only rope, that can bring you to the real top, where footsteps of the one self, true self are only welcomed, you should have came at first.

But, driven by the thirst for the finished things, for the most surest hits, for the already designed roads, where the past sweat can be felt, while being afraid, careful not to accidentally sweat a little for yourself. By going that way, by going through the way where the branches on the road are cut, you will one day meet, appear in front of the door, with an “ups” bio-metrical scanners to prove, that can be passed by the only true holder of the road.

The next thing you do is look for other possible ways inside to continue the easy slide, it is like the need for cannabis, the need to stay inside, the need to keep it in the light, not being afraid of the night coming by. When the butterfly passes by, leafs fall down, pigeons start to fly, you consider to be clever, to be you.

To go back isn’t hard, but painful because of the realization of time, the realization of never being able to turn back the clocks, it is awful, you blame yourself, it is right, lets not do it again, lets remember it this time.

Starting to build your own road, it doesn’t seem difficult, it is just that past time were such a fun round, to play, to rest. Forget about the past, it is no use, you learned the mistakes, not to abuse, to go by its own, to leave a trace, leave no mess nor pitiness.

By going forward, you recognize, the old smile, that is so bright, that comes from the deep of the heart. Looking back, being proud, of the true road you built, where only one man was supposed to breathe. Wishing for the future to come at fast, because one thing we know, is that there will be light, without any doubt.

our friend, time

"Alice in Wonderland: No Time to Say Hello, Goodbye..." by Brandon Warren

Time, a passenger that is always there with us, sometimes invisible, sometimes visible, always inevitable, metaphysical it can be. Something we defined through realizations of nature, through realizations of us humans, outer and inner views. We can keep it in our hands, in our heads, in our minds to go forward, to go high, or it can build around us like a void that really was our creation, our lack of consistency with losing the sight of the mountain high.

We can blame it, reason it, other synonym it, but it doesn’t care, because it can paddle without us or it doesn’t have to paddle at all. By keeping it, by furnishing it, by embracing it, our boat can turn into a ship, our paddle can turn into a machine. By letting it go, disappear, don’t bother us, us? Our satisfactional desires, we will turn to our selfish selves, our rational selves and do the first sentence in this paragraph… it is enough.

Just like the dust sleeping in the air, in the bottom nor the top, feeling the slight “wind” with closed eyes, not caring at all, not caring of getting lost. But the dust, time, we must take at hand, grow together, be the friend, be the benchmark for the success, or flight for the art.

As you read, do you care, if the time that is at your hand, is thrown over the hills or below the flame, that you may know by the boring voices, where you responded with I know it all. In the end we watch the past, turn the past pages, and realize, why didn’t I listen, I mean why did I only look at the pictures that were easier where in fact they are the reasons of dismissing the important memories that later turn to stu*** reasons.

But it is not late, the passenger is forever and still here, in the car that which we still and forever may drive, be it fast or be it slow, please just don’t be it reverse that mostly unfortunately is. Even if the hole is deep and can be deeper, which you don’t want to be but have to do, driven by the cursed desires, like a webbed slave controlled by the first move, to take the magical thing that turned to be by a witch rather than a fairy which you thought, which the circumstances made it the only choice to rejoice… but the sun is still up.

You drive it from here, not letting go of the passenger, helping him, helping you, to drive to the furthest, to drive to the limit of the purpose, even if it can bother, even if it can be sweet to blame, in the end it is our decision, wrong move, black pictures that our eyes see, that we thought were bright, don’t let your sentences regarding the past start with why didn’t I, let them be, it is good that I.

recognize the rotten apples

"Toxophobia" by Jaz Marsh

Do you really need it, does it care about you, or does it only want to levitate from the level of mystery and you from gray misery. What you want is not always what you need, it is brainless, mindless and human-less. Don’t fill the cup with any liquid you find, let it stay empty until you find the clear water even if it takes eternity.

All is not as you see it with your eyes, remember, enormous time has passed and the changes walk along, what you feel is right for you may be right for the other person but the contrary for you. Before you start to follow the steps of an successful–in all means, firstly check if he is consistent with his voice. Most people are experts in not being themselves, they are shy of their true and unique flower that yet didn’t blossom.

Take care of the one who is with you, your own body, that follows you in good and bad, who jumps when you feel like jumping, who runs when you feel like running and who obeys you without questioning. And who are you to spoil it, misuse it… torture it. And again we say, we have nothing.

Do what will lift you up in reality, in the future, don’t do it just for the sake of the replenishment of the past and the pity present. There is no thing such as laziness, there is only the thought of being the best one can be, and being stupid, simple as that, what are you?

”What doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger”, man, why do we even bother trying to do the things that can hurt us, does it make sense. Find an another way, there is not always an another way but we can create one. The world and life is not black and white, its not all plus and minus, it is not all written. Our potential is beyond our imagination, shoot higher than the moon.

Grow beyond the norms, keep the divine standards in your mind, climb that tree, climb it to the top because only the apples on top are shining, you don’t need to stop to try others. Let those standards be your guide, only you for yourself can find your path and overcome the obstacles that hinder you to reach the end.