#livefully
it's all going to work out, we'll make it happen —
we're in a gang, you and me, inspiration.
so let's pull something wild and unplanned,
something childlike and feral and grand.
let's puzzle the people around us,
provoke them, tempt them, astound them,
stir them up, make them blush, let them wonder —
it's good for everyone. highly recommended.
so let's nudge those who've stopped in their tracks
and tell them: this isn't about making art —
it's about wanting to live. it's a feeling.
that's what inspiration is. that's where we start.
so let's improvise something with this day —
something true, something raw, something real.
all we need for this life is a little courage —
our mark on history? already sealed.
in our own small and personal story.
the global stuff — that's just theory.
lips glossed with something raspberry-bright,
we're ready for whatever comes — long, wide.
wild hair tucked back behind one ear,
we see runways in everything. everywhere.
our wings are not made of cardboard.
our flights above the grey are fully legal.
looping through the tangled city streets,
we're looking for what's worth telling.
sip by sip from a warm paper cup —
stay my main fuel, don't give up.
it's all going to work out. gang, we've got this.
the road is open. start the engine. let's go.
Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 1:02 AM UTC
and every day — a special occasion
but god, how terribly, deeply boring
when everything goes according to plan
and you become the plan yourself —
considered. precise. on schedule.
tear it to pieces. throw it to the wind.
we're people — people means we're children.
create all night. don't sleep enough.
be fooled again. fall in love again.
believe — but don't be scared. be fearless.
and every day — especially important.
and only living — especially urgent.
eat something sweet. wear what you want.
be bright, sincere, a little naive,
funny, slightly strange, impulsive.
look up at the sky while walking.
we're people — small gods.
count the steps. keep climbing.
run faster. stumble.
cry hard. recover fast.
tell everything. be honest.
walk in the rain. read novels.
find what you love — hungrily, fiercely.
hold the whole world inside you, the whole planet.
love the universe. all of it.
and every day — one of a kind.
and the plan — elusive, just like you.
and the plan — simple. without agenda.
it's a blank page. open. clean.
Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 12:59 AM UTC
I want to live—
not that I want to be a escapee,
rather I want
to be the kind that—
If I were a pencil,
let me be the sharpest tip.
If I were a race,
let me be the fastest stride.
If I were a wing,
let me reach the highest air.
If I were a fragrance,
let me be the softest trace
that lingers.
I only want —
to live
in the truest shape
of the life I chose.
Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 1:22 PM UTC
Wake up!
It’s time to wake up!!
I mean really wake up!!!
It’s not about the hands on the clock
That tick tick tick tick tock
The clock that never stops
Like a pendulum weighted rod
Reducing peripheral awareness
Routines that seems senseless
Coffee, breakfast, traffic relentless
The hands that clock you in
and clock you out
Never do you stop and doubt
The beat to which you march about
The mind checked out
It’s 5 o’clock somewhere
Drown my mundaneness out
Blindfold and gag my inner shout
My robotic need to march to the monotonous beat
For what will i have but despair and defeat
Oh holy one, save me from my inner beast
My natural instincts would have me feast
On love and lust and defenceless defeat
No boundaries, no walls, just vulnerability
The clock keeps tick tick ticking
The mind keeps click click clicking
Until finally I did see
Beyond its purpose to notify me
of daily chores and deadlines to meet...
It was in the hospital, starring at me,
A clock that asked how to be free
For time is not a commodity
It cannot be sold or bought for a fee
It has to be lived despite pain and poverty
For in the struggles there is also glee
No matter how sad our sorrows go deep
The time that we have is worth it to keep
Unchain that inner beast
For love is a necessity
And lust a natural need
Don’t waist your time on complacency
Live each second, minute and hour
Every day, week, and seasonal flower
Growing each year, knowledge is power
Don’t take one moment for granted
For time is no fairytale enchanted
A seed that flowers and dies
Was originally planted
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 1:29 AM UTC
Don't quite understand why people keep crying,
Cribbing about things, cursing their fate all the time.
As if tortured by life, sulking and sighing,
Not realizing that everything would eventually be fine!
Being dejected by the minor downfalls in life,
Depressed as the moments unfold unexpected.
Forgetting that they are the gist of being alive,
Without which the upheavals wouldn't be augmented!
Lamenting on their past, not focusing on the present,
Too busy regretting, mourning and grieving,
Observing and noticing only the unpleasant,
Failing to grasp the true essence of living!
So just break all barriers and breathe free,
Remember, there was a reason you were born!
No matter how difficult, just let it be,
Coz the only truth is- life goes on!
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 3:10 AM UTC