Diary of Wanderlust - Life Needs Rehabilitation
It's my individualistic opinion that I have tried to blend into words, while encapsulating every emotion...
A black butterfly owns the green sky; there are flowers I’m sure you have never seen before, flowers that blossom only for me. They laugh at me saying, "You are a weed of this world, we love mocking you, but honestly to tell you each day that we need you dearly, since you are unwanted". Am I truly? They themselves declared their need of my existence.
I am a happy tumor, a born parasite always on a diet. I refuse your leftovers; I am a farmer cultivating my own crops, my blood and dreams into my growth. Sure I am still a tumor, do not try and extract me, don’t you know cells always grow back? Or else I’ll depend on you, like all have always done, it’s a behavior I will force my self to emulate, probably grow sick and die of disgust, for selling my soul, for hiding and growing obese behind realities forced to be ignored, so as to say, " let’s all live in peace"- make belief. It’s a really strong poison, isn’t it?
I’m yet to reap fruits; slaves do not make good mates. Thus I have my sky and the sun. Green flames on my skin where your red blood won’t ever mix with my purple. So what was the point of always being told not to do things that are considered abnormal by people? Such fear of being mocked! Now that will be the day of my redemption, please forsake me, won’t you? Why can’t you?
Laugh away, please do, at ones like me who stand alone and calm for their actions that reflect opinions. It’s utterly bizarre and just one call away to an asylum, because they refuse to face the truth and would go to any extent to live in a reality of their making; hence I am the one who is a lunatic.
Every body is in a state of constant elation, happy to be the same, to act, feel, believe and feast on life that someone else provides them. They think it’s ok to be identical so akin to robots from the same factory. I hope and pray that your batteries fail, or better a short circuit, it calls for a permanent rupture of synthetic conscience, then perhaps may be you’ll learn to live for yourself and not for anyone else. To let go, of patterns, standards and simply breathe, work, make love and detach from self induced fears. To take time to be intelligent just for once, find life and ecstasy without shame or guilt. Or else prove that Apes are better off than us? If you observe they are happier than us.
I am a happy tumor, a born parasite always on a diet. I refuse your leftovers; I am a farmer cultivating my own crops, my blood and dreams into my growth. Sure I am still a tumor, do not try and extract me, don’t you know cells always grow back? Or else I’ll depend on you, like all have always done, it’s a behavior I will force my self to emulate, probably grow sick and die of disgust, for selling my soul, for hiding and growing obese behind realities forced to be ignored, so as to say, " let’s all live in peace"- make belief. It’s a really strong poison, isn’t it?
I’m yet to reap fruits; slaves do not make good mates. Thus I have my sky and the sun. Green flames on my skin where your red blood won’t ever mix with my purple. So what was the point of always being told not to do things that are considered abnormal by people? Such fear of being mocked! Now that will be the day of my redemption, please forsake me, won’t you? Why can’t you?
Laugh away, please do, at ones like me who stand alone and calm for their actions that reflect opinions. It’s utterly bizarre and just one call away to an asylum, because they refuse to face the truth and would go to any extent to live in a reality of their making; hence I am the one who is a lunatic.
Every body is in a state of constant elation, happy to be the same, to act, feel, believe and feast on life that someone else provides them. They think it’s ok to be identical so akin to robots from the same factory. I hope and pray that your batteries fail, or better a short circuit, it calls for a permanent rupture of synthetic conscience, then perhaps may be you’ll learn to live for yourself and not for anyone else. To let go, of patterns, standards and simply breathe, work, make love and detach from self induced fears. To take time to be intelligent just for once, find life and ecstasy without shame or guilt. Or else prove that Apes are better off than us? If you observe they are happier than us.
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