Stream of Consciousness
I'm just asking.
The brain before you is unhinged, altered from the alleged blueprints the doctors claimed were adequate in the nineties. Though maybe their chart was upside down, who knows? Imagine your 'You' has a permanent view that loses touch like it's raining hats heroes that Warded you. You won't. protection rejection, right? Thought too worthless to your mind to not just get agitated and ghost the very concept. I'd say you can't, but that spite against, I don't know, luck, is making these rules, you know the ones. Feel like a trap to remove our humanity. You want good things, thoughts, my thinking is to keep the bats from joining the cobwebs where the right brain shoves all the rationality. Day-bats, well, winged moves that I do to disguise as one of you. Which is worse: being uncomfortably accepted with poorly worded versions of your descriptions being the only way they reference you, or admit that the silence inside never started, and during conversations like these, you depart entirely? Admit the seclusion is required, admit that 'vibes' are hormone-powered signals shared between guessers overstepping boundaries in sync.
By Willem Indigoabout 2 hours ago in Poets
Little Is Much
A seed in your hand now is a forest on your land tomorrow. But in your hand also lies two important things, decision and consequences. If you decide that the seed needs to be planted and taken care of, you can enjoy the benefits years down the line. But if you choose not to, you know the consequences of that decision too. You have the power to set the destiny of that seed in motion. Will you just stare at it long enough for someone to come and do it for you? Or are you looking at its size and other physical conditions and questioning your decision?
By Emos Sibu Poriei (Kaya)about 16 hours ago in Poets
