bigger better faster stronger
why these changes? can't the rain just be the rain without melting the earth? without forcing cavaliers to collide in brake-failing angst? why the upgrades when things are fine? have we forgotten that the peripherals are simply that...add ons?
we try to better ourselves by making ourselves bigger, faster, stronger, more. more is not the answer. surely, it will be our demise. i believe this, truly. i believe, truly, too, that the culture surrounding this country and its devout wannabees over that dirtied ocean will spell the end of it all for all of us.
i am not implying that atoms will explode with isotope fury, or the ozone will forget how to cover our skin (which, of course, are both viable circumstances), but that the people themselves, us, will simply implode, melt, lose the only redeemable sector of this existence.
life. human life. from the brain, the heart, the feelings of our soul. that raw insistence that the universe hands us to remind us that our purpose is just, thus, too, our existence.
now, i'm angry right now. generally, you may have learned, my anger calls words the fcc would condemn to fire from my fingers in blazing glorified ire, but not today. not today.
the anger i face is that the control i feel over my life has slowly been melting to mush under this techno-saavy pressure of emotionless nothings. yes. i must savor my moments with peace, quiet, and thought? should a time be penciled for declaration of love, expression through art, music, laughter?
i feel a part of myself dying. literally leaving my field. i can't find it often enough. that spark that drives my life, my ambition, by relations with this rare-kind world.
tired of the trap.
i am ready for words plastered on paper, for ink bleeding through the page, for brushstrokes so fine and so perfect that a photograph is less real. i am ready to look more often into eyes than into screens of false worlds. i am ready to hear only the sounds of birds, water, and banter when i step outside. and when i sit lazily on my couch. hell! i may as well combine all of these things! make a day of reality! peace! love!
but say nay more i for this i shall end upon:
fuck it all.
i will always fail at this unless assisted by my world.
keep dying, i will.
we try to better ourselves by making ourselves bigger, faster, stronger, more. more is not the answer. surely, it will be our demise. i believe this, truly. i believe, truly, too, that the culture surrounding this country and its devout wannabees over that dirtied ocean will spell the end of it all for all of us.
i am not implying that atoms will explode with isotope fury, or the ozone will forget how to cover our skin (which, of course, are both viable circumstances), but that the people themselves, us, will simply implode, melt, lose the only redeemable sector of this existence.
life. human life. from the brain, the heart, the feelings of our soul. that raw insistence that the universe hands us to remind us that our purpose is just, thus, too, our existence.
now, i'm angry right now. generally, you may have learned, my anger calls words the fcc would condemn to fire from my fingers in blazing glorified ire, but not today. not today.
the anger i face is that the control i feel over my life has slowly been melting to mush under this techno-saavy pressure of emotionless nothings. yes. i must savor my moments with peace, quiet, and thought? should a time be penciled for declaration of love, expression through art, music, laughter?
i feel a part of myself dying. literally leaving my field. i can't find it often enough. that spark that drives my life, my ambition, by relations with this rare-kind world.
tired of the trap.
i am ready for words plastered on paper, for ink bleeding through the page, for brushstrokes so fine and so perfect that a photograph is less real. i am ready to look more often into eyes than into screens of false worlds. i am ready to hear only the sounds of birds, water, and banter when i step outside. and when i sit lazily on my couch. hell! i may as well combine all of these things! make a day of reality! peace! love!
but say nay more i for this i shall end upon:
fuck it all.
i will always fail at this unless assisted by my world.
keep dying, i will.
posted by 5 years - my god. at 17:47
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