the human mind is just an extravagant illusion.
a complicated spectrum of polarized emotions
fluid and elegant dreams like boats on waters that ripple infinitely, obliviously
(because once you wake up, theyre gone)
what we call "love" is just a chemical released
what we believe is the sun , the moon, the energy
is nothing compared to what they ACTUALLY ARE.
it is just easier to assign them names, proper scientific qualities and observations than to stay awake in our beds and enjoy the mystery
we don't have enough time to be confused.
confusion?
in which the mind struggles to process a stream of thoughts into a single explainable or even remotely comprehensive one
therefore, transferred into words,
metaphors and similies
because emotion, the concept can never be explained clear
these, after all, are just words.
they shall make no significant impact on those who don't accept them.
words are just a series of symbols we convince you to believe in.
like numbers,
time.
where does the past go?
do the memories still wallow in a another realm exactly where you left them
the times you danced under the moon
or that first kiss
you swear, so much, that the energy is left behind.
the fascinating way you still feel the shadows of things that will never be again.
Jun 13, 2010
Jun 13, 2010 at 4:11 PM UTC
the human mind is just an extravagant illusion.
a complicated spectrum of polarized emotions
fluid and elegant dreams like boats on waters that ripple infinitely, obliviously
(because once you wake up, theyre gone)
what we call "love" is just a chemical released
what we believe is the sun , the moon, the energy
is nothing compared to what they ACTUALLY ARE.
it is just easier to assign them names, proper scientific qualities and observations than to stay awake in our beds and enjoy the mystery
we don't have enough time to be confused.
confusion?
in which the mind struggles to process a stream of thoughts into a single explainable or even remotely comprehensive one
therefore, transferred into words,
metaphors and similies
because emotion, the concept can never be explained clear
these, after all, are just words.
they shall make no significant impact on those who don't accept them.
words are just a series of symbols we convince you to believe in.
like numbers,
time.
where does the past go?
do the memories still wallow in a another realm exactly where you left them
the times you danced under the moon
or that first kiss
you swear, so much, that the energy is left behind.
the fascinating way you still feel the shadows of things that will never be again.
© AlyssiaAnderson
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