I had an epiphany
It was so strange
I was looking at everything in a different way
Nothing was wrong with me!
I suddenly realized
There's something wrong with everyone else, not I!
I still may not be beautiful or perfect or anything
But I do know that there isn't a damned thing wrong with me
I figured it out, and nearly gone insane
But it numbed me instead of exploding my sanity
I felt everything and nothing
My mind was moving and wondering the same things
The answers unknown
The questions never asked
Nothing made sense, because people's brains are dead
They would say I'm insane for everything in my head
Drop your preconceptions of me at the door
Who do you see?
Not the person that was there before
I just always wanted a chance
To prove that I was something different
Than who you thought I was
But I only need to prove it to myself
I see that now
I am me
And you are you
I don't need anyone's acceptance but my own
Because, after all, above anyone else
We need to be able to live with ourselves
I wish i had one.
I wish passing by someone or something
I'd see things more clear
No hate, no concernes, no envy, no fear.
Just a light ride
I'm stuck in the silence of my own body
My mind is running wild
I'm like a tornado inside a a house made of glass
I went to the beach in search of epiphany.
I was hoping to find her among the clouds,
witnessing her morph into an ivory shape that would
probe my unconscious into fashioning
some big epiphany
out of her silver linings,
relentless against the beating winds.
unearth him beneath the patterns of cracks in rocks; and
he would weave a veiny trial to
lead my psyche into navigating
the big epiphany
after testing his infallible focus,
relentless against the beating waves.
I felt the sea spray tease my toes
the maritime breeze whip my face
the scraggly sand stab my heels
the roaring waves crash against the jagged cliff
I did not find epiphany.
all I found
was that again
I felt small.
A peculiar and uncanny epiphany.
What is life?
I am uncertain.
Is this all we live for?
We hate so freely but limit our love
We judge so instantly but never try to fully understand...
...but what is there to understand?
Is peace out of the question?
Does serenity not exist?
If the masters of war stopped, would all violence cease?
That is what I want to know.
Because I am uncertain of my peculiar and uncanny epiphany.
my phone beeped
in an almost deserted train compartment.
'where have you reached?'
I sighed and replied,
'should reach in 5'
(would reach in 20)
same old dance
to the tune of corporate slavery.
a sharp sound,
I looked up.
the sound dissolved
into a fit of giggles.
a group of kids
playing around, teasing,
their mother close by;
a hawker, selling trinkets in the train.
it looked so natural.
a working mum
looking after her kids while on the job
(doesn't work that way does it?
guess they didn't have anywhere safe
I couldn't look away.
it was such a sight...
torn, tattered clothes
dirt and mud all over
and those innocent giggles;
it didn't add up.
I was tired, aching,
infatuating about sleep;
feet bleeding in killer heels,
rushing around without purpose,
forced into an exploitative overtime job
by myself; frustrated,
trying to keep up with society.
the little family
torn, tattered smiles held with grace,
facing their exploitative poverty
with innocent mischief and honest labour.
I had a thought:
that's the life they've known,
this is the life I've known.
we fit in our lives...
we fit in different lives in the same way.
I struggle she struggles,
we both have good bad days.
I didn't realize I was smiling
till she smiled back.
I bought something
and got off at the next stop,
wishing she has more good days than bad
and the kids keep their giggles
a little longer than they can..