I don’t see beauty anymore.
I don’t feel my thoughts unless they imply negativity.
I don’t understand what I should be feeling, because feeling in itself has become either inevitable or controllable – and both possibilities seem dangerous. I feel because I have to feel, but my mind rarely responds. The heart is there, but it had resigned from talking for centuries, it seems.
I look at my surroundings and understand what I should be doing and why I should be doing it. But at the same time, not doing it seems just as logic. My thoughts are not mine. They’re those of a person living in another dimension, where thoughts – in fact – are louder than actions.
Where not crossing other people’s bridges is not a crime, but a virtue.
Where feelings are visible like bubbles and can be caught in thin air, either to be adopted or to be destroyed.
Where light symbolizes anxiety and challenges.
Where the dark only means the absence of light – nothing more, nothing less.
Where the world is not round, but has the shape of a tree – you either sit at the bottom in the mud, or you’re fortunate enough to be at the top with a swift breeze running through your home, enhancing your comfort.
Where water is not merely there to be drunken, but is an elixir that revives the mind far away from the heart.
Where entire populations share the same vision of hope, prosperity, and tolerance, thus creating no clashes or wars.
Where children decide over essential matters, whereas adults take care of the more trivial things, for children have a vision that grown-ups have lost.
Caress your outer being and let go of your inner cage. It is time for a ride on the desirable waves of distance and arbitrariness, where you come first and the rest of your senses follow.
I don’t feel my thoughts unless they imply negativity.
I don’t understand what I should be feeling, because feeling in itself has become either inevitable or controllable – and both possibilities seem dangerous. I feel because I have to feel, but my mind rarely responds. The heart is there, but it had resigned from talking for centuries, it seems.
I look at my surroundings and understand what I should be doing and why I should be doing it. But at the same time, not doing it seems just as logic. My thoughts are not mine. They’re those of a person living in another dimension, where thoughts – in fact – are louder than actions.
Where not crossing other people’s bridges is not a crime, but a virtue.
Where feelings are visible like bubbles and can be caught in thin air, either to be adopted or to be destroyed.
Where light symbolizes anxiety and challenges.
Where the dark only means the absence of light – nothing more, nothing less.
Where the world is not round, but has the shape of a tree – you either sit at the bottom in the mud, or you’re fortunate enough to be at the top with a swift breeze running through your home, enhancing your comfort.
Where water is not merely there to be drunken, but is an elixir that revives the mind far away from the heart.
Where entire populations share the same vision of hope, prosperity, and tolerance, thus creating no clashes or wars.
Where children decide over essential matters, whereas adults take care of the more trivial things, for children have a vision that grown-ups have lost.
Caress your outer being and let go of your inner cage. It is time for a ride on the desirable waves of distance and arbitrariness, where you come first and the rest of your senses follow.
