clear minds see all
yet absorb nothing.
when the soul is floating,
there need not be confinement.
the sky opens up
its secrets spill out.
so many times we have followed the moon,
so many times we have led it
home.

I was warned about
people like you;
The one with a
beautiful mind
and soft eyes
I was told to keep away
because you're addicting
and capable of destroying me
more than any drug could
I was told to keep you away
from my heart because
one wrong move
could be vital but
I've always been
one to take risks

– billiondays

The world we live in is a Cruel, vicious place,
where the lowest in society is used as toys to the rich,
implements of torture is no longer used for punishment.
Now, for the pleasure and the merriment.
What good out of the agony and distress gives you satisfaction?
Ask yourself are you human ?
A human,would have beared compassion.
Not like those
But, i understand,
even if i don't,
That times have changed.
This is the modern society. Attitudes changed. People change!
We do what we have to do to adjust  with amendments made.
Some say 'life was better back then'.
Was it?
The slavery, the long winter wars, the awful hierarchy.
How is it all better?
Maybe it was. Maybe it was not.
everything fits into place now.
Technology is our distraction from the world around us.
It's for the best'
How would i know?
Life clearly isn't a fairy-tale.
Maybe that is a good thing. Maybe... Not
What is Reality?

A lot of time spent
having miscellaneous conversations with the air.
Even stupid questions like "how's your day" acting as if it'd give an answer, or, even more,
a whisper of inspiration
It's an obligation, or, maybe a delegation, or, a confirmation?
that we will create a masterpiece before insane peace
With a piece of our minds becoming a little less peaceful by the day.
Soon our minds will turn into violent catapults hurling out sentence after sentence making our paper bleed
                                                     Black, Blue, Red, Gray
Joining a cult created by the letters we created ourselves
falling into the abyss these stanzas and paragraphs invite us into
And don't get me wrong, it sounds terrible, but it's home.
There's no place like it.
Where these words are so much more than words,
they're family.
But frequently, we get into arguments that erupt into something sinister
and our desks become littered with papers that wilt and wither into nothing more than liters upon liters
of a type of alcoholic beverage that'll tempt us into becoming outspoken drunkards
But that's the goal:
*to be outspoken.