who are we?
but a speck of dirt
in this universe.
believe me when
i tell you this.
breathing in the secrets
of galaxies and daydreams,
resemble the constellations
lighting up the space.
you look a little
more beautiful than ever.
i don’t know
aren’t we all
but a speck of dirt
in this universe?
I got paid and I was on my way,
169 miles southwest of where I lived,
few stops, smokes with strangers,
no shotgun, just a guitar on front seat,
sooner or later I knew you’d come,
burn my heart with your setting sun,
deflower me with leaves from your cherry tree,
oh how good it feels to be free.
they said I couldn’t be with ya,
you said you’d let me down,
3 cigarettes to ash my fear away,
one white, one green and one brown,
let me whisper in your ear,
and tell you how far from perfect you are my dear,
who cares when our hearts already sinned,
there’s no point in holding it in.
That’s all it is.
Few minutes ago, a funny thing happened.
I was applying for full-time jobs, maybe even a little worried at the back of my head if I’d get one on time or not. I don’t get stressed out usually. And I’m still not, but yes I was concerned.
Because I saw this on Instagram from one of the people I follow on there:
“Life is fucking crazy, yo. Today’s doctor appointment confirmed my health issues are possibly ovarian and cervical cancers.”
And she posted an ultrasound of the 5 inch wide mass of cancer growing inside her.
Fuck. And I was worried about getting a job.
It’s all how you look at things I guess.
I decided one time
not long ago
that I’ll keep running
no matter who comes and go
but few miles in
and I found myself
running out of water,
food and breath.
I supported my arms on
my shaking legs and
looked down at my worn-out
shoes. they were
barely breathing, like
unconscious soldiers on
how great it was to see them
being one with
what a love story. what a tragic death.
so I stopped, and
looked around and
what do you do when you’re
hungry, and you can’t find
you make your own damn food.
Never take advice from someone working in corporate.
they don’t value their creative freedom
over things like money,
status, appearance and other shiny stuff.
They will never know
what creating something freely feels like.
It’s not living
a dream, it’s living
i don’t want to consume it,
i want to
This one is truly reflective and thoughtful. Go ahead, give it some time.
I agree with the part of having the courage to pursue your passion, that too when there are no yardsticks to tell, whether the content you write, is good enough to share or not. And most people don’t even get it. Post a stupid selfie on fb and you will get all the ego boost and approvals to make you feel happy about yourself but when you write stuff, people don’t get it.
And the art classes we have encourage drawing an apple even if you want to draw a swan.
The shallow regular people get more nods.
Being proud of your siblings achievements
Give a great high
Specially when you remember that it was cats and dogs relationship as kids.
The feeling stuck, you mention, triggers a related topic to surface, which is that of “dating” and getting to know the “self” in order to determine what is sought and needed, even if the conclusions are moving targets just as we are moving targets as we grow wiser, considering we are dynamic creatures. The answers behind our search differ from when we are 16, 25, 39, 50, etc. And dating others cannot fill the void or circumvent the painful process of waking up the unconscious.
In case you don’t know about the book mentioned, check it out here. It’s pretty good.
I once wanted an escape and recharge myself like the monk who sold his Ferrari and be in nature, detox emotionally and physiologically. And read and blog.
I am in Sweden being the monk who sold her mopet and doing exactly what I wanted. Never give up on dreams but never wish for pain. The world has lot to offer in that field already
This is one of my personal favorites. Enjoy.
At first I didn’t scroll down all the way so I thought “THE END” really was the end of the post, and the end of the story and I almost burst into desperate tears at the lack of resolution. It made me realize how much I agree with you. I’ve always been a dreamer. I was going to be salutatorian of my graduating class and attend college with a full ride scholarship. But I would’ve been miserable. I want to thrive, not just survive. So I gave all that up to go to school in France instead. People are meant to be fulfilled dreams, not societal norms. We weren’t meant to fit comfortably in boxes. Thank you for telling the truth, brother. Never stop fighting for your dreams.❤