Endeavours With A Gangsta

Aura

To be understood is a blessing,
are we all understood?

Or is this all a fantasy?
To be loved unconditionally,
to walk on these humble grounds,
to inhale the sweet sensation of this earth,
to dive into the deepest and greatest of dreams, wishing this was it.

If only this was it.
If only we all could have this,
this thriving and eternal embodiment,
of our imagination.

Sometimes it does get a bit too much.
The thought of it all,
the beauty and destruction of imagination.

See,
this is what we shouldn't do.
To imagine.
Weak souls will never match your aura, so feeling melancholy is irrational.
But can you help not being sad?

To be loved and to be understood is big.
Do we not understand the simplicity and complexity of this?
Two worlds torn apart,
because of a single and selfish emotion
- love.
A dangerous affliction.

You see, we admire ourselves.
So much so,
we forget about all the beauty surrounding us.
Why is this so?
Why do we take this for granted?
Why do souls never collide?
Do we never think of others?
Or are we living for only ourselves?
This is a cruel place,
indeed.

'Each to their own,' as they say.
But I don't agree.
We choose what to feel,
now
we choose convenience.
What a horrible feeling.
To be used and thrown.

Embracing compassion is what we need.
But escaping,
This is all we know,
and
how bittersweet is that.
But for now,
This is life,
unfiltered and brutal,
for all we know it.

So tell me,
have you understood?