The fool who thought too much

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How do you feel?
Do you feel alive?
Do the actions of your words
Make you agile?

How do you move?
Do you pass by as swift as the South west wind bringing the rain
Do you trickle down like cold water on a naked skin
Do you feel strange?

How do you see?
Do you see shadows in front and bodies at the back?
Do you see their eyes first and then react?
Is it the truth in their reactions that make you feel wrong?
Do you still see yourself the same even when they are gone?

Does it hurt?
When they stab you in the back?
Or do they spit lies on your face
And make sure you don’t react
Does it hurt?
When your closest allies sleep in bed, slithering entangled in lust with your own flesh and blood?
Does it hurt? When you don’t want to inflict pain but resolve with your heart?

Can you believe?
That one day
You will smile and feel happy
Knowing that of all the horrors
They have wisdom
As they set you free

Roy

The lone star

It’s just me, I’m not going to hurt you. You have been there for billions of years, yet I took the opportunity to look at you face to face after 22 years.

How can people forget how beautiful you are. How radiant you are and how lonely you are. Your might is unfathomable yet your destiny is unpredictable
The connection between the human and the star lasts as long as your concentration is in tact, until then it’s just emptiness you are looking at.

You know you are connected when the star starts flickering and moving. You can see the luminance, as if it were breathing. Pure white light being sucked into your eyes, with the world still.

You remain motionless,no wind on your face, no sound that can break this silence. Just light radiating in different directions.

Finally, your screen fills up with grains, your lens now so sensitive to light that you can see light colliding with one another and giving one the impression of a stormy sea, a silent hurricane naked to the human eye.

Oh ye lonesome star,
Take thee with ye
You are the zenith of my imagination
You are a dreamers salvation
Come down ye wanderer of old
Come in your chariot of light
Come to this polluted carcass
Come today, this summer night

Roy

The lone Star

It’s just me, I’m not going to hurt you. You have been there for billions of years, yet I took the opportunity to look at you face to face after 22 years.

How can people forget how beautiful you are. How radiant you are and how lonely you are.

The connection between the human and the star lasts as long as your concentration is in tact, until then it’s just emptiness you are looking at.

You know you are connected when the star starts flickering and moving. You can see the luminance, as if it were breathing. Pure white light being sucked into your eyes, with the world still.

You remain motionless,no wind on your face, no sound that can break this silence. Just light radiating in different directions.

Finally, your screen fills up with grains, your lens now so sensitive to light that you can see light colliding with one another and giving one the impression of a stormy sea, a silent hurricane naked to the human eye.

Oh ye lonesome star,
Take thee with ye
You are the zenith of my imagination
You are a dreamers salvation
Come down ye wanderer of old
Come in your chariot of light
Come to this polluted carcass
Come today, this summer night

Roy

Homer’s home

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Why doesn’t home feel like what it once was? Why does it feel alienated? Did I abandon her? Was it not the right thing to do at the time?

The Past:

Yes the past was rough. It had its moments of pain and happiness. But it was beautiful. There was nothing to be afraid of, just another day.

The Present:

The present predicament is that my boat is fine. The wind is steady, the sails are fluttering and I have never enjoyed the sound of silence. But you see what my worry is that the seas are calm. Maybe I’m used to rough seas, but maybe this is not bad after all.

The Future:

What does my future hold? I cannot possibly fathom. Because every time I think my future is certain it becomes otherwise. Hence, no thinking; just doing.

Do you have what it takes? To run faster than you possibly could? To take all that negativity, pain and suffering and still come out smiling? Because at the end, that exhausting end which ironically turns out to be a new beginning tastes so magical that for once, the world doesn’t seem like a bad place after all.

Roy