Some origins of fire

The sun raised again, after the dark hill I was in, the storm couldn´t shatter me and now I´m here ready for something new, ready to change. So I´ll try to stay silent while my words explode like hand grenades, sometimes the pressure is too much to keep inside, you just have to let it out before the time bomb blows up in your face.

So there will always be issues that try to pin you down to the floor, there will always be people that try to get you down, but in the end you might be looking farther ahead than you need to, the happiness that you desire, that you are so exasperatingly in need of, may be closer to you than you would ever believe it to be. This way before you let the sad feelings that are always lurking around you, get you down, destroy you, extinguish the fire that was previously led inside of you, stay calm, think straight, figure out the things that surround you before, you even try to comprehend yourself, this way it is much easier to remain alive, otherwise you will feel like you are buried alive, and alone in this world, you will be blinded by chains.

Its the warmness on the soul, that keeps us from the fall, we all have some origins of fire, mine is, reigniting. Happiness is ephemeral it truly is, but we can come closer to it or at least grasp its concept, when we find ourself, when we get to the place we truly need to be at, to where we shouldve gone from the beginning had we not been such foolish brats, if we had decided to move on earlier we could´ve avoided walking down this barren path, but no matter how long you deviate, you will eventually find yourself back in your place.

Destruction brings to creation of something better, of something true, of something beautiful. :)

Hollow

Thats what we are inside hollow, no more feelings to attach to. The oh so old delirium of love, happiness, sadness is nothing more than excuses our rational self tries to use to explain what we can´t comprehend, its like the galaxy, its more complicated than you think it is, even if you start at the point of it being absurdly complicated, an idea used by Duglas Adams, but its so brilliant in itself, that it pretty much explains our existence in itself.

It is so complicated that trying to understand it is just ludicrous, the more we dig in, the wiser we become about our selfs, the less we understand, but sorry I digressed. This time the writing is not about our origins or our selfs, I do not consider my self apt for such a task. Back to the point, what are feelings? Why is it that we say love is the most beautiful thing in the world, if we get hurt, kill, die, suffer in the name of it?

Love is in the modern era, such a degenerated term, today we call easy sleazy sex...love....pretty much everything is love now, people no longer respect what the term used to imply, theres no more that feeling of forever, theres no more the feeling of entirely committing yourself to one another, we are slowly getting dehumanized, we no longer feel, we no longer are, we no longer think, and if to think is to exist, we no longer exist... therefore this is not happening and we are no here, we are nothing.

As I lay Dying

What if life isn´t what we consider it being? If we are not actually living a dream, but we are dreaming of a life, how do we know what we see is actually happening and is not a hallucination our brain makes to twist reality to our liking?

If we look deeper in we see how the ability to speak is the main source we use to adapt the circumstances to our liking. This way with the creation of the verbal ability the human attained the ability to control the time and events that surround him.

This way we have been living a lie, and in the recent era, with the creation of mass media distribution the ability to control a group of people by controlling what they think of a situation or adversity is growing at an alarming pace. This is why I would like to invite anyone who reads this even if its one person at all, to think for yourself question authority, remember that those that shall act like sheep deserve to be devoured by the wolf.

So here in a last thought I remorse, as I took the path that I thought was my own and broke down in the middle of this forest of darkness I´m in, here where no one can hear me scream.

Scream into the ocean

As the fake happiness raises, the burden of unfulfilled promises take us down, makes us remember that nothing lasts forever, no matter how strong the light is we are bonded to walking this valley of despair we were put in.

This my friend is the cruel synopsis of our life, no such as dreams or honor to remark, the only thing any longer true is the feeling of pain. You could have it all an empire to rule, a crown to make you ruler, but what would that be if you don´t have that thing that frees you from the dark, that makes you walk through the valley with out a reason to fret the horrible nightmares that are set on revenge. You could have it all my empire of dirt, you could take away this crown of shit, if I could take just one breath, if I could have just one more day, by your side, I´d give all the others away.

So even if tomorrow lacks promises, nothing shall fore stall my coming, because this is all we are, we stomp on the others to full fill our dreams, its a vicious circle of sacrifice, the problem with fulfilling dreams is that when we manage to do it, most of the time, we shatter those of the ones that surround us. So here with this I offer you my silent sacrifice.

Loveless, Reckless, Heartless, Feeling less.