Clashes of Ideologies

The pinpoint of normality has by far been overturned. The inner emotions and rational solutions of a person can be shattered in just a second. In that second, he gets a clear picture of the world and starts realizing what he has been protected of. He thanks God a hundred times for the blessings He has given him and the unlimited grace and mercy He has had. Unfortunate people with unfortunate ideas lead unfortunate lives that lead to the unfortunate nowhere or to the equally unfortunate doom. He has stopped believing in the good side of people. The innocent, life-mastering, close-to-God, pure, wise, white side. Living a reality that he hates, he will continue his life, not knowing where he belonged. Being as extreme and as radical as he was, he distanced himself from everyone and everything. Begging. Bring me freedom and Peace Of Mind again. It has been an experience, but I do not want to live it again. Reality is my biggest frontier. Digging deeper into me and flourishing proudly as if it was worth it. But no, it is not all that great. And people are sinking further down towards the flames of hell, accepting and knowing this fact, but kindly believing that God will rescue them at the last minute. Out of fear of missing out on something in this life, everyone does as they wish, without considering right from wrong. Unleashing powerful demons within themselves, they believe that they have found the core of this life, when they really have not.

Isolation

Isolation! As good and pure as it sounds. Desperately in need of it. A break from humans!

Google's Doodle to John Lennon

It's Odd...

It’s odd.
I hate these chains that at other times feel like smooth honey crawling over my skin.
I hate these voices that at other times make me love the state I’m in and the person I am.
I hate the taste of life in my mouth that at other times makes me ecstatic and filled with rapture and harmony.
I hate these feelings that at other times are the secret ingredients to my pure joy and give me the feeling of wings on my back.
I hate these three empty words I speak that at other times are so full of meaning and passion.
I hate the hopes of my mind that at other times are just tiny components of a series of pleasurable and memorable moments.
I hate the person inside of me. And I hate most people around me.
Take me away to where the essence of life has been created and is being carried on today.
Take me back to a time with more work and more love and more discipline and more balance.
Carry me on the high horse of Heaven to a place where I can find myself in.
The meaning of true happiness will never again be my companion, for I have become a person with other principles and morals that were not identified till now. I expect too much.

An Epiphany... sort of...

I think I should not be dealing with people. it's hurtful to them. and hurtful to me to see how i hurt them again and again. i have lost the ability to appreciate others. i have lost the ability to save others. i have lost the ability to adapt to others. i have lost the ability to thank others. i have lost the ability to give in to others. it is my own fault. i can sit awake nights convincing myself that certain people in my life have made me that way, but it's just not true. i have at some point decided subconsciously that that's the way i'm going to be. i cannot remember when or how, but it happened. and it's killing me now. watch me emotionally isolate myself further and further away from others, because i can't jump over the wall i have built. the invisible wall that has firstly made me unable to express how i feel or how i should feel, and secondly has turned me into a person as cold and selfish as Cain was to Abel. i do not believe in any good will that could come from inside me. all i seek is unlimited freedom and obedience. and i hope by God that i won't be granted any of that until i change my ways. Amen.

Telepathy

The fire spreads in the infinite room we possess. We sit there. Staring at each other. I can feel your fingertips on mine. But I can’t feel the spirit. The distance has grown. It’s getting hotter. The sweat drips down our bodies. But we don’t move. We just sit there. Souls start walking through the room. They look like shadows. Orange shadows. Blue shadows. I want our spirits to connect again. But we both have this hollow look in our eyes. Hello. Can you feel me? Try again. But I have to admit, I’m not trying any harder. Whatever it was, it’s gone. Things gone, and things still here. It doesn’t make any difference now. We both get up at once. We both walk away at once. Talking about telepathy that I thought was long gone. It comes back the moment we decide to part.

We All Become One...

The low-lives. The fiends.
They are here, just like they were many years ago.
Penetrating my brain.
Making me think I could decide who deserves what.
Making me believe that I have the strength to overcome it all.
Without regrets.
I am superior.
I am up there.
You are a misfortune.
A genetic mistake of centuries to come.
I can make you pay for this unbearable sight.
I can make you stop your utterly weak and empty self.
I have what it takes.
But I don’t use it.
Because I am kind.
And now I ask myself: what on earth, heaven and hell ever gave me the right to think that way?
I am yourself, before you are myself, and after we all become one.