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FEAR: the plague of all those alive who strive to overcome obstacles with weapons like guns and tongues; answering the call of death with a sigh of relief from worldly stress.
This is what success feels like… taking life’s strikes one by one; dodging left and right like boxers in a championship fight. Bright lights, balconies with better views that the highest kites. This is what success feels like.
I want to make noise
I don’t want to be silent
I want to make noise
I don’t want to be violent
I want to make noise
And get rid of every tyrant
Spread peace throughout the world
The once clear windows are now foggy from human heat and indo. I walk up my block looking for patterns like a pianist searches in advance for crescendos. Life screams at me using four letter words that I never take an innuendos.
Garden of Eden
Stare at the stars and dream of the moon.
Fly through the clouds,
Become one with Mother Earth,
And sync with her tune.
Our lives are a garden—
Delicate, but used.
I often find my mind in places that I didn’t know exist. This hidden world of ancient wisdom where positive perspectives persist. As the steam from my tea rises from the boundaries of liquidity and disperses into the air, so is life.
Last things first: I would like to apologize. Because I have stood in silence as people have died. I’m sorry. Sorry for claiming to be human while my actions have lacked humanity and my words remain absent of any authenticity. Forgive me.
I have looked up to you since birth pondering your existence while lost in the meadows of my mind. The animals and familiar faces I find in your masterful design amazes me still.
