I Am Not I I have proven myself once more to be an idiot. Not content with mere fool status. No, I cross the lines of morality, my fist limp and my body foul and broken. I am not I. I feel as though my soul has broken. My heart split in two and I am giving up.
-dreams There is something peculiar about the way you choose to save your soul while forfeiting your dreams...
A Recurring Dream (meow) I'm watching how ridiculous everyone else looks and I wonder why they don't realise it. But then I see that in fact I too look like a fool... Yet it's so much fun that none of us can stop. If we stopped we'd have nothing.
You, Yourself...... I believe in the various forms of expression. I wait patiently each day to be confronted by something truly thought provoking, beautifully unique, intriguing or just....something else. The longer I wait, I grow tired, tiresome days end in sleepless nights and grey hairs begin to appear in the mirror, framing an aging oily skin whose lines have seen nothing and achieved zero. They are leading to nowhere. I look around and realise the world is just the same as it was. The cycles of art, #life, love and mediocrity speed forth as a monotonous journey trough time until all that is left is the ticking hands of the clock. All the while the passions and aspirations of youth burn with the ashes of our desires. We wait for something that never comes, we visualize it, we taste it and fill our mouths with the 'what ifs' of lost hope... We are nothing, waiting for the soul of our neighbour to become our inspiration. You are nothing without each other. Remind yourself how to live, create and love as one..forget your dreams and cast aside what is right...stop living for what could be, and create something that is.
Opuss Ing. Not a single #poem here makes sense. Rhymes are sloppy, worth not sixpence. I am not a poet nor used to such drivel, Opuss is home to the most god-awful scribble.
