It sounds ridiculous but only I feel productive when I'm doing nothing. Sitting back, just relaxing. Popping blue beans, burning bowls of green. And just thinking. Daydreaming about how things could have been. How things could still be. But how things will probably be. Just close your eyes and let music be your guide.
Entire lives constructed and played out in grand fashion. A world so detailed I would rather get lost, And never come back to this travesty of a society, so raw and primal. so human. My world is so beautiful and yet so depressing because it's what ours could be, but never will become. Anything to distract me from this. The 24 year old burnout grinding through school because there aren't many options left. So where will I'll be in 5 years? I wont.
windowed is four paws is purrs, written in dna, all I am allergic to. I think humanity, at times, too, is allergic to love and peace, until, I bring roses home, and my horse of a dog knocks me down licks my face, and I cuddle up with my ***** purring.
Cut through the imaginary chains Get a grip on the life’s reins The journey maybe tough Diamonds are polished by the rough Journeying through the dark Frictions may cause temporary spark Running frantically across difficult territory The pain and agony is just transitory Life is there to celebrate When you are confident and don’t speculate