Now I know why "potential" is Chris' most hated word, almost 5 years after our seperation...
It's not about the outer space, it's my own mind and psyche. They are the problem, can I sell my mind's furniture, and relocate it? It needs a fresh new start. Turn the page on that motherfucker, damn it!
One single act of kindness might bring faith to my aching heart, and give direction to my soul. But these aren't the times nor this is the place for such things. A cursed land again and again, here comes August after all..
19 years growing a beast of an adorable and charming sociopath, take that for a system shock, you naiive idiot! Me, from all people! I laugh and cry at the irony. They sure are smart devils, those programmers. Will you wake up now finally? Shake that shit off you? These morons pretending to be humans. Robotic slaves is a more fitting name. 4th type of zombies: narcissists and sociopaths. Mentally deranged? We're all mad here. Only just some of us still got some heart matters somewhere inside all that hullabaloo. Are you taking note? Better keep up!!!
Smack! Boom! Crack! Splash!
Phew....
Hum though, just hum...
Bring yourself back to the center, in alignment, with source.
Override that fucking matrix, trick the tricksters, darn it!
Just hum, relax your vagus nerve...
Brush away all of them thoughts of harm done and good wasted. Repeat after me like Ara says "useless past".
Only just please somebody, something, won't you please tell me how on earth to begin again!?!
One act of kindness, against all odds.
One tiny miracle.
Stronger faith.
But please now,
Hope too,
Just a little,
Or any at all.
Thank
YOU.
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