Enemy

I have realised there is only one enemy : time
and there is no way we can beat it.

No way.

Wheelie

I have nothing left to say. Or rather so much, that I cannot understand where to begin.
Divergent points of view in my mind forcing me to accept the unbreakable boundary of my understanding.
But I push. There is nothing to lose, I tell myself.
What do you do when there is no reason left in the methods you employ to live/exist?
I beg for salvation through music, the only truth I know. And I want to study about how my mind understands the cadence of notes and how it affects each impulse passing from brain to muscle and back.
They said in olden times one used to try tracing out the stars and shapes within them to understand matter and its components, because breaking them down was much harder than reading the stars : I try understanding myself and the rest of the world through music, since riddles tire me.
I believe in magic.
I believe in true love.
I believe there is a world out there too simple for us to comprehend.

So the Question of Change

Hey, so..

Morrison and gang once sang about " We want the World and we want it Now"

I just figured something and I realised I need to write it before the inevitable curse of amnesia takes over : I think I understood why they were in a hurry

All those with a hunger in their hearts and a fire in their belly, meet with resistance that eventually forces them to either internalize or externalize their madness. They are the ones who know, and know way to much. Some self destruct, because they said what they had to, and are now spent. The others who drive change forcing people to think in a different way, pushing them against all they have ever known and learnt. They are either bludgeoned or pulled down by the stronger forces of all that is normal and staid..In the end, both perish, forcing us to think : " why did they never just give up and be fucking normal"?

who's to say where and what and why..

its a bug and once you know, there is no stopping you

this is only the beginning.

And so the truth lay naked

"The only people that interest me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live..

mad to talk..

desirous of everything at the same time..

the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing..

but burn.

Burn

Burn

..

Burn like roman candles across the night!"

-

"On the Road" - Jack Kerouac

Insulation

Its an awesome place to be.

I am and I'm not.

So I'm in love again, for the 40 billionth time.

and its really strange, to tell you the truth, because, this time I feel completely emotionally insulated. Like I'm permanently drunk on rebellion, this poison one more time :) now its like a drug.

Only my resistance is increasing :(

so well here we are.

Again!

I'm riding the wave, smiling and grinning through it all,

even though I could break and lose it all.

This shiny spot is so awesome!!

I want to drown in deep green, or maybe a deep red

Remedy the disease, find a way to increase, appease and release all that is within.

I chase sounds and love in the same way, and one eludes while the other helps me dream :)