I like to impeach the idea of cordial meetings and sweet words.
I like when it's bitter and raw.
See, I love differently.
I love swollen eyes and the taste of profanity.
Comforted by awkward silences.
There's something valuable in not knowing what comes next.
I'm not here to change anything, but rather, put it back into it's original form.
Misconception is a devastating plague...
Yet life is solely based on level of perception.
Change and death are two inevitable consquequences we must all face, and for some reason they are feared the most.
I'll be the first to admit, I've always been disturbed by both.
But there's also a sense of comfort.
There's no denying the unavoidable.
And the ultimate truth behind them is very comforting and very disturbing.
A perfect duo.
Allow yourself the luxury to forgive and refresh.
Don't allow the things seen with the eye to taint what's inside.
It's much bigger then what can be seen. It must be felt.
HUMAN CRAVINGS
What an unsual time to be alive.
Smart phones that do the thinking for us.
Hybrid humans and designer babies.
You can be anyone you want in this virtual reality.
Cloaking yourself from the whole wide world while simotaneously exposing yourself to the world wide web.
Relationships sprout through the internet rather than a casual coincide.
In this life; as a milennial, I don't know a world without the internet.
But in my past life, it was a wonderful place without the web.
Perhaps the fact that socialization is so accesible through a screen, that it makes us less inclined to submerge ourselves into the world of tactioception.
Honestly, I don't blame us.
I don't blame us, but I hate us.
I hate how we've solidified our world into a teeny tiny hollogram.
Fueled by ego and narcissism.
Why look someone in the eyes when you can look at your phone screen?
Why speak when you can type?
Cynical cyber apprehension....
Don't get me wrong, I'm a millenial, I grew up in the digital age.
It's a huge part of my existence
Yet, I still crave a macrocosm without web-enabled luxuries.
A world with unplanned encounters and unexpected conversations.
These conceptions of mine lead me to the decision to put my phone down and pick up my head.
Then life occured.
Realization. Growth. Development.
Spontanteous and random acquisitions.
It forced me to understand that I've got nothing to prove to anyone except myself
Ah and the most important thing I learned - what we all hate to admit - We aren't entitled to anything. Zip. Zero. Zilch.
Look, we all put our pants on the same way.
We all bleed if we're stabbed.
We're all just microscopic stardust inhabiting this ever-expanding universe.
Graced with the advantage and technology to freeze time in photographs and videos.
Resulting in the foolishness of believing we can just go back and look at it over and over and over again and relive it,
Rather than thoroughly and unapologetically enjoying every single second of it.
We only have a short time here.
Be here.
SUICIDE LETTERS ARE CONSIDERATE.
Come inside, but please, take off your shoes.
Not to be rude but,
I prefer clean soles in my soul.
The filth that exists inside me is enough grime for the both of us.
No one ever talks about their demons.
At least not sober.
Let's take them out for a spin.
Whoever has the darkest one's wins.
It was never a competition,
Except their was always something missing.
It was always unfinished.
You just settled nicely into me.
Our demons played well with one another.
But the whole time you had no idea,
How sinister mine were.
They ate you alive
All the while, still digesting me.
One swallow and everything was hollow.
Except you didn't know how to deal with them like I did.
You jumped.
Morning comes, the sun beams.
We're sober again.
And you forgot how the darkness looks when the light's in your eyes.
Forgotten sorrows and begotten promises.
So for now we'll pretend and forget.
Until the next time we're not sober,
and vulnerable enough to compare scars.