I want to pen something specific but that is not going to happen. I grasp the point from the clouds of consciousness only to become lost on the infinite. You can't be for real because nothing is. Okay that's a little dramatic I know. Why do I got it so easy, is it just a matter of time?
Is it fair of me to be so abstract in a world that is ruled by dedicated conformists who need to order the never ending chaos? I know that there is no point yet I choose to be moral. I choose to be ethical. For the most part (picture my face with a sinister grin).
I want to present to you an imagery. It's colourful. The sound adds to it's magnificence. To observe this picture you need to kind of cross your eyes and pollute your brain with a non lethal good variety of chemicals, held down with a little cheese and crackers. Smile. Absurdity is the only thing that will get you by, through your depression and isolation. Get out there smile and have a good time. The world is vast and beautiful. The world isn't one sided. It's a mirror. External and internal. In between this eternity is you. A choice of expression or a simple sad sack of shit. A form of art that has no comedic value to the average man? I feel that these words might be a little to much. A little ambiguous.
Let's try this again. I want nothing more but s longevity. This concept involves a time that is not time at all. It's a stream flowing for miles, years, decades, centuries, eons, and beyond. We all ride this. Some not so aware. Some never even come to see it. I personally want to break down and cry for these people. Tortured souls that never get a taste of the beauty. The delicious flavour. The extravegent glory that is the eternal existence of this moment. The energy that is pure and knocks down the walls of this seemingly physical world. Honesty. Compassion. Truth and... love. Fuck it. Hate. Negativity and... suffering to. The whole fricken spectrum is there. I will not lie to you.
BUT...
No one can leave.
