As the world breathesAs the world breathes, the wind blows through the plains, as the animals and plants unify in a single motion. As the world laughs, its smile grabs the bossoms of the people, lightening them in a elegant emotion. As the world tears, rain falls down, covering the floods of torrential destruction that befallen upon the society. As the world breathes again, the wind blows, and all unify in another singularity.As i watched the silence of the night go pass me, when i see quietly in this hall, in this small room of mine, i watched the motions of the screen create colours and shapes of people in a series, the emotions through the sounds and imagination, playing tricks with your memory as you remember upon events that had brought immerse longing and pain upon you. As my heart breathes, the selection of space is slowly diminished, only to be emptied in the next breath. As my heart laughs, it whispers in my ears the joy in that single rapturous moment. As my heart tears, nothingness envelops, covering the cysts and scars with a influx of useless sufferings. As my heart breathes again, all this disappear; the cycle begins anew. As it makes for impossibility, the talks with friends grow deeper, with each time passing, you understand them more, and you take note of what has been said, what was done, what could have been done, what had been done, and what will be done. It never enchants me, the sociality of trying to overcome barriers to change subjects into mindless nonsense that bind closer than the deepest thoughts. But it intrigues me, the changes that we faced each day in each situation to become either a hollower person, or another growing plant in the soil that God has created. I remember i once wrote something about a gardener, as a love poem for someone that i cared for. It reminded me of the times where everything can be a metaphor for anything, and anything can be expressed in just this 26 letters of the alphabetical and just 9 of the numerical system. And suffice to say, it has been tried, and tested, and with this simple 35 different characters, they burn emotions, they haunt souls, they break your body, and they bend the morals that you lived for. They make you suffer, gives you pleasure, makes you strong, but gives you weakness in abundance too. There is nothing sadder than seeing a grown man cry. They might cry for a variety of reasons, but they hide it in their hearts. They dont tear, their cheeks dry from the sun, moisture gone from their freckles. All you see is a facade, but inside, a storm is brewing, the heart is full, and it all needs to be flushed, but there is nothing to set it free. Maybe that why man live shorter lives. They never know, or dare to set their heart's flowing again. I had a dream, but it was nothing but a dream, but in the dream, i dreamt of another dream, that everybody achieved their dreams, and had a fruitful and happy life. Impossible is one thing in that dream, and paradoxical too, in another sense. But a dream nonetheless, that everyone can be happy forever. Maybe that will only be what true utopia is. i wanted to say, but i lacked the courage to. I wanted to see, but i couldnt be bothered to. I had tried, but all i got was slow responses. As you watched characters go by their other lives, you might feel down trodden and all you can do is pity yourself. For a while, you tell yourself that you deserve this. For a while, you believed that nothing will ever be right. For a while, all you can think about is that fantasy characters that you see on the streets, in books, movies, or even in songs. For a while, all you have is just that wishy washy fragment. But it's not what you deserved, you know it in your flooding heart. But its never your belief, as you recall your dream. But its just fantasy, and they mislead, they play tricks, and they are tales to con you of reality. But this fragment grows with each passing moment as you change for the better. As the world breathes, as the heart breathes, all you see in the snow, is a child, making angels, smiling at you, with her teeth full of snow crystals. Justin ranted at 2:09:00 am on the |