Watching the sun go down
I don't think I can remember the last time I watched the sun go down in the comforts of good company that appreciates it.
Its been so long since I have just gone out and done something because I wanted to - not because I 'could' at that moment, not because it fitted into my time or I was 'allowed' to. Urgh, This cold sky depresses me ._. I need color in my fingertips again and enthusiasm filling my head and chest again instead of raw feeling rubbing away at the inside of my ribcage. You know that feeling when you want to do something, but you have been locked into a rutine for too long and if you brake it then all order will fall to ruin and you will fail at what you set out to acheive? And then you try and hopelessly deny the fact that you are caught in this web of socialism and the point of economy you struggle to survive in, wether it be the money aspect or the society aspect that you strive to acheive in every waking moment?
And Then you start to forget how nice it was to walk underneath trees in a forest, you forget how mud feels between your toes or the smell of dew hanging off blades of grass in the morning. You forget how to jump and pounce and roll in sand-dunes or forget how much it hurts when you scrape your knees like you always did when you were a kid.
Where is the enjoyment anymore once you enter the phase of 'man/woomanhood'?
Where is the 'living' in life?
Where is the color?
I don't think I like this cubical of life anymore.
I don't think I like these rules anymore.
It needs to change...
Its been so long since I have just gone out and done something because I wanted to - not because I 'could' at that moment, not because it fitted into my time or I was 'allowed' to. Urgh, This cold sky depresses me ._. I need color in my fingertips again and enthusiasm filling my head and chest again instead of raw feeling rubbing away at the inside of my ribcage. You know that feeling when you want to do something, but you have been locked into a rutine for too long and if you brake it then all order will fall to ruin and you will fail at what you set out to acheive? And then you try and hopelessly deny the fact that you are caught in this web of socialism and the point of economy you struggle to survive in, wether it be the money aspect or the society aspect that you strive to acheive in every waking moment?
And Then you start to forget how nice it was to walk underneath trees in a forest, you forget how mud feels between your toes or the smell of dew hanging off blades of grass in the morning. You forget how to jump and pounce and roll in sand-dunes or forget how much it hurts when you scrape your knees like you always did when you were a kid.
Where is the enjoyment anymore once you enter the phase of 'man/woomanhood'?
Where is the 'living' in life?
Where is the color?
I don't think I like this cubical of life anymore.
I don't think I like these rules anymore.
It needs to change...