Handle a woman as a bee does a flower, extract her sweetness but do not damage her.

Alone in my room late, I’m ruminating, the lunar light shines through the window, everything is illuminated, thoughts streaming, stimulus, rejuvenation, if I can not sit alone quiet, then I defy the human nature, there’s a window through which I view the matrix, a human cage, the principle was union, but like wild flowers, our limbs are getting cut, pruned and mutilated, maybe a few can make it, so I apply the knowledge that I’ve accumulated, too much civilization makes sick animals, now I stand under what Jung was stating, there’s is no future to which you can make it, all i see though this hole is human enslavement, but like birds, you’ve become resigned the monotony of captivity, servitude and subjugation, I sit back and watch how all of you behaving, but I’m accused of laziness as soon I say this, this illusion based world that I refuse to engage in, but the hatred that lies in the heart of my peers will never pierce my heart, the truth is sacred, why would I walk the path that you’ve paved me.

This world as you see it just isn’t the same, it is inane, are you in this to enlighten or to entertain, this isn’t sane, I’m in the rain all alone, am i insane, I’m in my lane, but they point fingers and say I’m deranged.

There are layers to life, from a membrane covering a nucleus to the skin covering our bodies, or to earths own atmospheric layers protecting our planet.
Each part of another body of work, but all part of the same one.
Circles within circles, these are our homes, each enveloping the other.
We’re but mere atoms within this universal body, part of another movement, where you think you live depends upon the level of your ignorance, there’s but one home.

Why would I bring to you dead flowers, when I can put you among living ones.

An so a time came where the social media became our digital playground, a place where we used to hang out, where everybody was in touch with each other’s, yet not.

I guess things are only complex because we’re superficial.
This universe is only big because we’re small.
Life is only hard because we’re weak.

My fellow atom within this universal body, within you exists an innate intelligence that is connected to a source from which all knowledge streams.
Admire but do not become a product of the societal or the social influence, do not reflect the image of the other or he whom you gaze upon and deem beautiful, for you’re beautiful yourself.
Tap into your inner genius that lay dormant within the core chambers of your heart.
There are enclosed spaces within you and like caves within a mountain contain gems that shine with a light like no other.
Dig deep into these cavities, there lies knowledge that has been forgotten, knowledge that has been repressed and hidden from you by the outer world, scared that you may some day find them and become who you truly are.