this is the city of faith the city of doubt discipline overrated tough will is decisive the decider, the dictator in the grey hazy morning try your best to make it celebrate all the symbols concedes mimicking rats satisfy the prowling big cats pick whatever that is left in your accustomed route and push through it till the death of the sun in each of our weary run.
all hail the lost souls, see you in the city hall at the end of the day.
the wilderness in a soul that is scattered all over this vast, empty universe always challenged, left without any apparent guidance, nor any cult, firm formulae we are that only soul, slow, without direction, colliding all over this hazardous place relying on our instinct and complicated mind the component of each particle are intense non-binary and it helps us to disrupt the pattern of our non-existence, and therefore, yes, here we are.
there is no limit we live in the world of infinite impossible is not a word for any man invisible at the heart of a perfect plan rock the chair of a child and let them go wild this world is meant to be in chaos and truth be told, we are already in lost.
helplessly drowning in a rapid tide let's indulge in this eternal wild ride.
i am more than myself. the sum of my parts; brain, liver, heart only make up a fraction of what exists within this body. would i understand this better without the prison of thought? would i feel more without glands and adrenaline, or less? i dont ever 'believe' anything. instead, i 'know'.
there are colours we can't see, a whole world is hidden to me, yet my father still believes i am insane when i tell him about the universe. universes. we can't prove we're the only one. the world i was born into is a prison; why was i born here? why was i born me?
why do we like some rhythms better than others? i only had two things to list, but two is a bad number. why do we sleep? because we get sleepy, but why? i feel like a five year old searching for answers that no one has. but nine billion people in the world... chances are someone has to know, right?
sometimes i get depressed and existential and my dad makes me justify why i believe in a soul. i think we can answer every one of the 'whys', but only if we ask them in the first place. science and spiritualism arent enemies.
I do not want to live in fear anymore I do not want to live without desire anymore I want to move to a city where I know nobody where I will have a movie marathon alone where I will have a dinner at my own convenient where I will have the entire space to my own where I will talk to myself in front of the mirror where I will suffer alone from my crooked back I am pretty sure it ia more meaningful than to be greeted by thoughtful strangers to be harrassed by vengeful neighbours.
sometimes, knowing that you are loved from afar will make you want to fish for the sun from the star.
intelligence is the new authority resistance is the new sanctity velvety memoir of the patchy ride in a rainbow rollercoaster, left everything prime on the outside sink into the wagon with wild, visceral inside embark on an odyssey observing the past, questioning the future.
future is a distant memory of all the anachronistic glory.