If we were to believe that any thought created could manifest to possible, then this world would never have existed. The attributes of society dim the inspirations in that of the innocent. Physical limitations are nothing more than conscious restraints and disciplined boxes awaiting to lock us inside forevermore. What man is capable of is not that to success, but immortality through remembrance.
Mediocre rush moments in life -that spurt of adrenaline- exist due to the untold laws of human drama: a means to make your life seem more interesting than it actually is. How pathetic these insects truly are. Drama in itself is an abused rift in reality that is blind to the whim of endings: this is not it's fault.
Importance in life is scattered across empty dreams and hopeful widower graves. It twists, encases, drips, decays. All that remains is another aborted faith whereas humans could have simply taken responsibility for their actions and saved pointless civil battles. Those mortals are subjected through constant control- without it, they are doomed to failure. In the eyes of a newborn, there lies new patterns of pending control cravings. Society is a mosaic of elegant chaos.
Life is a constant struggle for construction, perfection. Equivalent exchange never was when it came to opportunities of lust and gluttony. Systems noose the species so willingly that it's a miracle humans haven't recognized: they are no better than farm waste. If it weren't for the stars, then would the world know just how valuable it is?
Maturity is an exaggeration- 'Honesty is the best Policy' is a mere politician deploy for easy access into the depths of idiocy. Fear will always compel humans to keep in their systems so long as they lie to themselves and those around them. Fears of rejection, loss and in-completion will never be remedied. They will one day learn that everything comes to an end, even themselves. Acceptance is the trap: a social dysfunction living on to drink in the next helpless being.
Once spotted is never forgotten.
Simple terms could never being primary to a justice it deserved. The mass will view the world as it wants to and disregard the light along the way. You don't need eyes to see the blasphemy. They don't need ears to know of hypocrisy. The day to recognize is just to analyze a forthcoming of drastic measures in lieu to self despair.
Soup questions are all that's left of a decaying race.
The world's reality was never the fraud but the creatures who inhabit it's craters. Reality has have yet to meet a person who is willing to become something, where they are at the point that they can say they like humanity for what it is- because it just is. We all know that we are inevitably insignificant: some are better at defining it more than others. At the core of it all, humans only know how to use.
We take what we refuse to give back.
If I take what I can and give back what I took, then I won't give what I can't take back. I don't mind humanity, but I won't integrate myself into what they want from me. I am more than just another stem among the roses: I am me, as she is I. To define one's self is a greater importance than lying in wait for a mere acceptance to a species that could care less.
Blaming how one is because of humanity lies in fault: you are who you chose to become, and you remain to be as you are because you desire it. To not wish such therein lies the integrity required to just be. It is up to the human's actions that help them decide who they want to become, and all for the cause of a fearful approval. Happiness is as abundant as one wants it to be; humans thrive on the negative that grants them sympathy from the crowds (even the lied negatives). You cannot become any better until you reform a better you, just for you, regardless of anything (or anyone) else.
A lifetime could tell us otherwise
In a lifestream, where souls did arise
And grant us another day to stay
Within this friendship, so it may
See through yet another moment
Where our connection solidified
Into our very own crystallized
World of lustrous certainty
It began as simplicity only could
Through unknown whims of coincidence
Comments had crossed each other through
Summer days, where creation blooms vast
Discovering what relatively would
Atone to happier memories should
We agree upon the faint ideals
That humanity offered honesty
Explaining one's thoughts was a wonder
For our translations were still awkwardly
Shy to cope with one another
Through the fates of democracy
Cloaked within our worlds twisting
A tale of bittersweet creations
Where royalty portrayed nothing more
Than experimental hope among
Other wishful galaxies
Inside these thoughts, faster fleeting
Moments unto threads still woven
So gracefully, and then carefully
Placed over faceless inhuman
To hide a mask no longer required
For revealing who we eventually are
Along a river, sprinkled with life
There lay this rhythmic dreamer
Who'd spoken of a troubled loss
That I failed to comprehend
Until the breaking point revealed
The one who hid from reality
Was that optimistic, sinful me
Visual paintings further advanced
This bond which stayed awake by day
Where angelic demons have yet to play
Strength defined who she had become
This Justified soul of entangled
Unique resonance to divinity
Changing to please, sync with the other
Only to misstep and transform ourselves
Into the stronger people we portray
To broken doors and dusty glass
Ever still living to this day
Suspended animation of made up peace
Recall where it was she truly belonged
Time runs out and we fail to see
Htrae was forced to evacuate
In order to grant her true solace
Needlework rebuilds this half spoken hope
A remix to remember hungry ghosts
Allowing a brook of strangled life
To breathe easily when this smile
Reveals that you are never alone
For our unbreakable friendship
Will cherish these strong memories
Closer, now and forever
