Everything is so closely incorporated, how can people tell when they are deciding something on their own, or making a decision based on another’s theories?
Is the people’s choice really a choice?
Or just a manufactured, mass productive ideal, belonging to a few.
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Singing tunes one after another while playing keyboard and drums to their heart’s content.
Holding all symphonies like treasured memories, acclimating them to inner desires, picturing landscapes with rhythmical precision.
Deeply somber, hidden away beneath a blanket of darkened sadness, unable to face the world and what’s in it today.
There’s no one to turn to – it’s a totally solo journey into the emptiness, caused by other’s attitudes towards me.Upset, holding tears back, trying not to let their saltiness fall into the raw hurt of abandonment.Stepping steadily away from life, seeking a private space for myself alone, not wanting to be close or talk…
Romance and talent sit alone most time,
fresh new horizons, unfolding ideas andthoughts like umbrellas.There are no moods or fantastic spheresto toss about.Allowances are always made for debutanteflowers.Whiling away vacant stares of innerturmoil, love steps aside, finding beingalone is much more satisfying.
Crossing ravines of intense displeasure in life,
fields of love.Sincere emotions flowing gently within, hoping tocapsize and fall into oceans of intelligentcravings.Taking particles of being and encapsulating themforever.
Keeping treasures of meanings to myself,
that will take away from their sacredbeauty.Instead, placing them like a rosary intoa poem of placid effervescence, halohanging exclusively above them.Not letting any particle slip away.
Many types of people roaming around,
all sizes and shapes from all different walks of life.Appearing to be quietly accepting of their individualfates, yet, who knows what they are going through intheir daily lives.Prayers are sent to everyone I see that transfers tome some sort of emotional feelings they are trying todeal with.Then I move on with my own problems held…