Surreal
Pause for a moment, speak to yourself inner being for once, when was the last time you did? (Wait am I asking you that question or am I inquiring that self of mine?) This is pointless writing. Devoid of a plan. There is no reason to write this other than for the sake of writing. Then I shall write what comes first in mind, already in my mind at this point, whatever the fuck it is.
Right now
Mmm, I have nose-dived and immersed myself in this very, very material world. I've forgotten how to be, I am now detached from detachment. There is not one particle in my being seeking detachment anymore, so dearly do I want it back. To no avail have I found peace. Yes, I was right all along. Colour your desires in accordance with the things of this world, the world has something to threaten you with. Motherfuck.
But all I wanted to see is this, whether the world could impress me. Nope, I can't Can you consummate the satisfaction that you supposedly give dear Mother Earth and the world collectively. No. But. maybe I'm lying, maybe, just.. maybe. Ah maybe thats why she left you. When she left you, such sheer disappointment came upon my soul. My disappointment with you. You just couldn't impress us further, couldn't you! Ah anguish, sweet anguish. I've known you for too long. You're sounding too much like Buddha. Or Schopenhauer? Because of this pessimistic view on life now? No, never equate me with that of Buddha or Schopenhauer. I believe there is something more that you can give. Unfold and impress us as you may. Not because I want to believe, but my being believes that it is undiscovered, is it impregnable? Maybe its too late, maybe she was impatient, everyone is restless. Come on now. Before more and more leave, and you are the one that is left behind. For the one who just left you, with utter courage and noble bravery left you, to discover. Maybe we want too much, it is all a subjective experience for everyone so I guess we wanted too much? But where did this desire come from? The desire of love, it must come from somewhere. Lions do not lunge from the bushes for nothing. Love is the eternal source for the soul. This desire for love, it has been predetermined since the beginning of time, it must be. It is fixed in our nature, lavish us with love if not there will be much unrest. Some have surrendered, it wounded me so profoundly. Faster, we need it. Faster
Right now
Mmm, I have nose-dived and immersed myself in this very, very material world. I've forgotten how to be, I am now detached from detachment. There is not one particle in my being seeking detachment anymore, so dearly do I want it back. To no avail have I found peace. Yes, I was right all along. Colour your desires in accordance with the things of this world, the world has something to threaten you with. Motherfuck.
But all I wanted to see is this, whether the world could impress me. Nope, I can't Can you consummate the satisfaction that you supposedly give dear Mother Earth and the world collectively. No. But. maybe I'm lying, maybe, just.. maybe. Ah maybe thats why she left you. When she left you, such sheer disappointment came upon my soul. My disappointment with you. You just couldn't impress us further, couldn't you! Ah anguish, sweet anguish. I've known you for too long. You're sounding too much like Buddha. Or Schopenhauer? Because of this pessimistic view on life now? No, never equate me with that of Buddha or Schopenhauer. I believe there is something more that you can give. Unfold and impress us as you may. Not because I want to believe, but my being believes that it is undiscovered, is it impregnable? Maybe its too late, maybe she was impatient, everyone is restless. Come on now. Before more and more leave, and you are the one that is left behind. For the one who just left you, with utter courage and noble bravery left you, to discover. Maybe we want too much, it is all a subjective experience for everyone so I guess we wanted too much? But where did this desire come from? The desire of love, it must come from somewhere. Lions do not lunge from the bushes for nothing. Love is the eternal source for the soul. This desire for love, it has been predetermined since the beginning of time, it must be. It is fixed in our nature, lavish us with love if not there will be much unrest. Some have surrendered, it wounded me so profoundly. Faster, we need it. Faster