It’s not fun to wake up feeling like you lost your job while you’re out. Unfortunately, maybe what I’m feeling is felt by many who just can’t take a break from the cut-throat world. We’re turned into workaholics and maniacs, robots and scumbags. When we step away, it somewhat lingers deep inside our skin like a virus in remission.
Responsibilities, obligations, tasks…. Blaaaaaahh. Can’t even say blah because there will be robots who get offended by someone saying that. They’re so conditioned to believe that being boring is the righteous way. Why care? Why can’t the world be more simple like the way it used to be? I’m mad at the world. I’m upset that money is the driving force. I feel sorry for them all.
What’s one of your biggest fears?
Getting up and going to work
Without pants on
In the morning I see you in a whole new light. I sense you with a dream-like feeling in a surrounding that echoes faraway birds, where you’re looking away. This is a special place where you exist; sitting and reading alongside a line of Japanese sakuras in a Brazilian rain forest, where Indian elephants roam wild and you could hear them. I spot you occupied in your bliss while I stand observing, breathing in this mystical environment, inhaling the scent of your refreshing aura that spills from within your warmth and oozes all around me, infuses into me,
and I dance in it; dance in thoughts of breathing with you, living on you; just hanging off you with my arms around your neck, helplessly, smiling, gazing at those warm eyes, that soft lip, the fold by the side of your neck…
I can live, again and again.
It’s you in the morning
it’s you at night
find me in the alleyway
staring off somewhere, hoping it’s you
Sitting by the fire that is morning sunlight
Bathing in its warm hue
Ridding the body of shivers and coolness
Kindling the soul within, like ignition from a lighter
Embraced by the sun’s calming rays,
Healed and protected