Rushes that come with risk: some, get that with money some, with the market coming out the other end somehow exponentially better off
For me the buoyant thoughts of all the possibilities open coming out the other side I do by gambling love by tossing in intrepid change by bluffing emotions by raising mortal risk This is the life worth gambling for This is the life I worth living
The Fearful, step aside there are tides I need to ride
kiss away my pain softly please all i can ask for is that you don’t hate my dismay because somehow someway after yesterday when you kissed me i got the rush that i once felt in the dizzy of our laughter and this morning it hasn’t gone away
I’m a Heartless Romantic, I used to be a Hopeless Romantic, but my heart has been ripped out so many times I forgot to put it back in. I mean what’s the point when each time you Love it feels like you’re having an endless sugar rush. You’re high for so long that the crash throttles you so far down that you’re in an endless abyss. And once you stabilize you realize how deep into the abyss you went. As high as you went up is as low as you go down. You stay there for a while, trying to figure out what to do. You forget what light looks like and you walk further into the darkness. Dumbfounded by not knowing which way is up and where you’ll find light, you are lost. You are lost and in pain, a perpetual pain that never healed, because you didn’t let it. You realize this and you put your heart back in, and you heal yourself. Through this healing you find your ground, and you feel more comfortable. You finally found some light even though you’re still stuck in darkness, but you slowly get out of it. You recovered! just to do it all again... But I’ll forever be a Heartless Romantic, No a Hopeless Romantic.
tequila sliding down quick, hot and its taste lingering in the insides of my mouth now dancing inside my body and running in my blood like a marathon racing to the finish only to get me feeling weak in the knees tingling and my mind was once full of stressed thoughts creating unnecessary pain is now emptied into the sound of good laughs and clanking glasses whilst drowning in the music, my body swaying in its rhythm and my heart sings where people can hear it. Did you hear it? when I asked you to dance? when I grabbed you by the hand going with every beat of the music? when we smiled at each other, locked eyes and I told you what a great time this was? did you feel it? did you feel the way I did?
The antonym of befalling to the Matrix and its shackles of death, injustice, self-lost or “drugginess” is not exactly leading a protest, an obvious to eyes fight or anger-loaded activity but in fact going away from all the Movement to the Stillness. To reclaim the earth as ours and ourselves as its, our presence in senses, kisses by pupils, glances in fingertips, honourable existing and all the truth of our own aside from anyone else’s claims, facts & dampers. That is a mutiny, from the rush, absence in our person, the priorities cast on our choices by seeming authorities. Into doing, being and adoring conscious Nothing.
This is one of the greatest strikes to lead. Stand up with me to that liberty