If you are a happy person, please listen to me because I know you can. And start thinking aloud so I can hear you. I need to, because I have to climb on the vibes to get to where you are.
PS - Thank you for doing the above already!
Your thought has a solid roof. Built by contemporary society and its surrogate school of thoughts. At times, this solid roof is blown off by the storm of repulsion that your tired mind creates. Blown into this "boom", you free yourself from any form of desire because everything that you want comes right to you.
Hail Shiva!!!
Scribble pad, Undergrad.
Scribble pad, Undergrad.
You pretend that you know.
Not too sad but far from mad
Crack me - take me where you go!
Does it count as a steal? When you can toy around with ten thousands thoughts in one nano-second but ultimately find your senses accelerating towards just one of them. Are you, the thief, benefiting from this crime? Or is it just a set of permutations your alter-ego seeps into? Or is it its own void of filling acceptance?
At all times, when we are - we are where we are when we are and not in another place we are not, are we? But then, we could travel paths within ourselves negating everything that seems to be real. Life in any of its forms takes you where you want to be and where you don't. I guess the real alibi would be to redefine life on your own idiotic terms.
I have not witnessed any supernatural event without a part of my own mind acknowledging the same as supernatural. So, even to acknowledge the supernatural or the divine instinct in my own mind, I have to feed my will. What do I need to feed it with? Everything outside me? Why then, does my guilt judge only my within? Why am I being sentenced for every crime before I can gather my alibis?
Who am I? I am that clandestine part of everyone who reads these words which influenced me into thinking that my crime has left me no alibis in any of you and that I have to serve my punishment which is to be eternally content in the disparity of the world and the way it judges. Remembering that the world is me and I am the world.
Not too sad but far from mad
Crack me - take me where you go!
The Crime
Does it count as a steal? When you can toy around with ten thousands thoughts in one nano-second but ultimately find your senses accelerating towards just one of them. Are you, the thief, benefiting from this crime? Or is it just a set of permutations your alter-ego seeps into? Or is it its own void of filling acceptance?
The Alibi
At all times, when we are - we are where we are when we are and not in another place we are not, are we? But then, we could travel paths within ourselves negating everything that seems to be real. Life in any of its forms takes you where you want to be and where you don't. I guess the real alibi would be to redefine life on your own idiotic terms.
The Judgment
I have not witnessed any supernatural event without a part of my own mind acknowledging the same as supernatural. So, even to acknowledge the supernatural or the divine instinct in my own mind, I have to feed my will. What do I need to feed it with? Everything outside me? Why then, does my guilt judge only my within? Why am I being sentenced for every crime before I can gather my alibis?
The Accused
Who am I? I am that clandestine part of everyone who reads these words which influenced me into thinking that my crime has left me no alibis in any of you and that I have to serve my punishment which is to be eternally content in the disparity of the world and the way it judges. Remembering that the world is me and I am the world.
3 comments:
Nice... Very nice. Did read all 7, their all great. The first ones a killer.
there's an 8th one at the start!!
what a perfect explanation putting u.. no more no less into another conundrum.. the 8th one at the start?..
but now i’m feeling so much more relieved knowing that i’m not the only one committing crimes every single day.. :)
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