No one ever plans for the world to blow up, no one has planned for the universal end of the world...
I am a logical and selfish person to the point I will not allow myself to be affected by those that only seek my ruin...
Being who I am now I'd say I'm used to being looked at as if I'm not even in the room but who's to say I'm not really there? The universe is my home and all I ever wanted was a place to belong...
do you think about the black hole in a far far away galaxy? Swallowing up a dead planet whole? Swallowing in unseen and unheard cries of fate?
I do... my heart is the strongest part of my body and the most valuable yet vanerable part is my brain... my mind that none see, and I fear the chance to reveal my mind will slip between these fingers
im just a human body so easily death could come yet I try and keep an immortal outlook just so I can give myself courage to keep fighting on, because in the end that's all I'll have... me. I believe I'm my own god but I am trapped on purpose... because of who a lot of people call their father has purposely shrank us to be obedient.
I chose me over feeling guilt and full hatred because I feel good about me. I finally found a part of who I am, and that being my most loved person in this small universe we all currently share...I want to worship who I am in the future, and die with my own self worth intact. It's almost as if I have reason to believe in me when I have nothing left to believe in. Who is going to keep me from standing if I chose to stand up? Who will help a rebellious soul such as I? Who would even consider the possibility that a rebel soul could be the better path than that of following the flock?
**hey is just me actually sharing real deep thoughts of how my depression and how my hope tend to create an everlasting cycle of dreams that I hope for when I die. I really don't align with the typical religious groups... I really feel there is more to everything and yet simply almost nothing when it comes to everything I've ever been told on life so far... like how evil and righteousness is so opposite yet they can be so similar...
I don't feel like a righteous Angel in need of forgiveness but I don't feel as if I'm the most evil being on the planet desperate for its destruction... I'm so insignificant and so so small... I hope I'm more than I am when I finally see the me I dream of so much in my head. And someday I'll meet those like myself in a sense... maybe I won't be alone than. <3
if it makes no sense to you it's ok I'm just venting <3**
random poetic thoughts of a shadow in the light... light within shadow? For one can not exist without the other. <3
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