Let’s be adventurers, reckless and gay.
Let us jump from rocky cliffs,
clutching knees and squealing in delight
as we make gargantuan splashes into deep seas of bluey-green.
Let us run down dark alleyways
and lose ourselves completely in a bright-eyed stranger.
Let us sweat and laugh and leap
and become breathless chasing butterflies in a field of green.
Let us lay in a bed of flowers reading poetry and writing lyrics.
Let us learn to let music reverberate through blood;
gritty, raw and coarse,
shaking us to our souls.
And then when evening fills the sky with gold and pink
and bright splashes of orange,
let us fall still and meditate.
till the stars come out
and crickets begin to sing.
come listen to the silence with me.
So, this piece was actually sent to me based off what someone thought of my writings and pictures they have seen. I don’t know this person personally but I was moved that they chose to share their work and that they found some inspiration for something in my words.
Staring at the mirror, I came to realize it wasn’t me I was looking at; It wasn’t me I was in love with. On the contrary, my narcissistic personality was the result of my love for her… it was her, the blessing and the curse running through my veins. My eyes did not see the face, they saw emotions like love, hate and fear which derived from my heart while chasing the shadows of the past, inside my mind…
I wasn’t me anymore. I was a collection of the memories I had with her.
I had become what I loved but also hated the most, in this life…I had become a victim of Eros…
To be honest, when I first received this piece, it confused me. The idea of consumption and the qualities of a narcissist. So, when I asked the author about it, they said…
Consumption is the getaway drug…We seek for approval in things instead of looking for understanding and acceptance from within…
iBuy because there is nothing I can sell…
iConsume because there is nothing I can produce…
iRegret every decision that I take, since it is not what I truly want but rather a getaway behavior to make me feel well, to make me feel valuable.
Rreality has no connection to the self.
(This is my favorite part)
Reality, as it is built, offers nothing but a huge amount of fear and pain…
I want to sincerely thank Fation Brati for contributing.
My Jones loves me and sends me presents like this…to listen to while I am working on this LBSC madness….She is a music FREAK- check out her Soundcloud feed at Alouise/Syllable (https://soundcloud.com/syllable-1)
S+J=LYFE (thanks, my lady)