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Ongoing, First published Apr 07, 2020
this is nothing but a mirage of my thoughts not on a google doc tho. so here we are, I think about how my earrs won't be working or my eyes and will nearly go blind. I fear many things as i age and i am detrimentally afraid of many things. I will be adding to this as i write more songs and things of that nature. I find music to be therapuetic and very settling. I guess its an escape and i find that to be very cliche. but you know i dont usually put my thoughts in diaries or anything like this very often. I am more of a visual learner and hands on with things often. My therapist says i should be more articulate although i dont know wha that means. currently i am retouching on my piano and phtography as well as my art. I guess things are temporary if anyone know what that means. It's depressing to say the least but its the truth. so eyah .
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Yes, it is sad... I am not prone to drama like the rest of you. Our lives are encompassed with monotonous events, the usual really: eat, sleep, work, repeat. But honestly, am I complaining? I can, I could have... But the question remains, do I even have the energy to spark up a fire? We could be flowers, adorning ourselves to appear more attractive for the bees' ocellus. Or glow brighter than the sun to entice. But why go through all that hustle when we can just live through the eyes of another? Seems simpler enough anyway. Suck the adrenaline rush of the stunners. The ones that even with just a sneeze, the entire earth would shake, sprinting towards them. Their being, the forbidden tree, strutting at the centre of the Garden of Eden. Their souls, Magnetite. We could attempt. But I do not want to. I try as much as possible to stay away from the disease. As thrilling as it may be: he who will swallow the apple seed must consider the size of his stomach. So why spend a thousand back-breaking years thereafter mopping up the residue? Have the moles drag down your name into the pits with them. Surely, we are not that desperate, are we? Never eye the wife of thy neighbour in fear that she just might be a white fowl with beautiful feathers. So why can I not just stay in my lane? Why can't we? So join in, enter my mind and live out your most exciting reality through the eyes of others. Read it, watch it, envision it. Better than allowing life to feed us up with a spoon of chaos, attracting a series of tornadoes into our mundane worlds. And maybe, we might just fall in love.