My week in Photos

Live..

to dream..
wake to live..


the only thing promised in this world, is a life worth dying for <3

10:23pm

the untamed can never be tamed,
the stubborn will never listen,
and the drunks will drink..

slipping into old bad habits, unchallenged;
routine becomes lifestyle.

delirium of medicine and sickness...
driving my own mind to the edge and back.

Peeking over the cliff,
unable to leap off...
stuck on the brink of reality and the notion of a dream..


sleep...


10:28pm

writing

put mind mentalities on a plater
for all so see,

my ideas play an audible mind melody.
ill let you into my thoughts,

not afraid to display madness,
bitter wounds, heartless sorrows, meaningless tears..


Twisted emotions festering into one regurgitated rant on a blog..


frustration, deprivation, contemplation,
running down my cheek,
the motion running down my cheek, lips, thighs..

ride up inside deep enough to know I have daggers that bite.

sample my flesh to add to your collection,
self sexuality, self pity, self glory...

we ourself,
each others bate..

to date, to fuck, to hate.

Mother Mushroom Nature

..standing under a WiSe Tree, its so free, just living, breathing easily, how nice that must be. Only burden is which, its left to perceive yet with no mouth to speak. If one could only tell tales, piece of living matter which isn't rooted to fail. Beautiful oak stand over me, protect me from this world which leads the human race to our own demise.. when will you find the time to hear the cries and rise?

time

.......
time elapsing,
unmasking the future.
only made apparent through tangible.
abrupt thoughts; life in the hands of a clock..suddenly into a new dimension of reality, the real situation, realization & now contemplation...
every min. is j/ the mathematical progression of intangible place of time in space.. forever in motion.. yesterday is gone, future must be awaited.. so the time is now.
your life is in the hands of time; in your hands..
your hands are a representation of time..
you cannot see time, but you can see its essence through the wrinkles on your hand...
map out the wrinkles on times main instructor..
i dont believe in the wasting of time...since time is just an illusion after all..
this world in full of illusions..
dnt give in,
just live.

ψυχή δηλοῦν

ψυχή (psyche, "soul")+ δηλοῦν (deloun, "to manifest")..

the exuberance of the mind,
so tainted and numb to all..

both a blessing & a curse.

mind on the lose..
i cant find it..
i think i lost it..

the mind liberated from its ostensibly ordinary fetters..


its taken me over.