Note to self.
A thunderstorm parade passes through in the night, only that the storm
is made of reckless drunks. In fact these people are so reckless, i Believe a thunderstorm
would wreck less.
Sometimes i fear my vest less chest,
I see less stress
but see i’m not restless.
short story Part 1 is on the Written Pictures Page on this Website.
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Theories I learnt when I was a child, way back when I believed in super heroes such as super man saving people from their cruel encounters with villeins that were bored out of their minds and decided to take over their world and spend their time in blissful torture chambers tailored by their twisted beliefs…. t.b.c..Written pictures page in menu.
If my father created all his children alike then I am afraid to say that my shine is as bright his son my sun and my brother..family first always told never to trust another..fly and you will never be undercover..up in the air hovering just like my brother..
How does he breath way up in space, is he running on a different pace,is he ahead of me.i guess he is. Every time I look, he’s above me, he demands a squint from the eyes and a hand raised to the forehead but still I can’t see his face…wait what if I’m in the wrong place?
An suggestions? The ponderous question mark was never in my criteria of intentions,nor was life or anything else,a narrow path he set for me wether I walk it up on my hands or feet at the end of the day the one thing I need is something to eat..could that be it??
You know the world is round?? Do you?? Is my brother above me or below me…why is that in the day I see only him but when he’s beside me during sunset he gives way to all my siblings far far away is he the strongest or is life unfair?
Such a question would dig in my skin like a little scare and now it turn to night hello my fellow stars.
It’s like choosing which step to take on an escalator, should I wait for the next one or should I jump pressing my toes forward as I do my best not to think of the cruelty of falling off the judged edge loosing my place and starting again full of new scars…questions to ask. Untold stories that I need to unmask.
Well even coach says that communication is the key to a good basketball match..so as my knees combine with the surface of my earth maybe I have something to say my knees are on the ground so I might as well bow down to pray..I need assurance that I will be okay,and my narrow path wont be so empty..
I part my hairy knees from the ground,I don’t want to be conformed with a deformed girl encouraging me to take hits from a bong,trying to make me think that that was the solution all along. I need to shine, keep up or even better reclaim what’s mine, I paid good money for this life,with out a warranty one thing I will never be sure about is how much time is mine.